Prosper
THE CREATIVE JUICE POEM
[ I ]
The rebel enforces
Day dances, night pounces;
365 days, I’ve not seen the sunlight,
Going to be tragic white.
I texted my father figure;
He said, “he’s ill”,
I think he’s giving me a rockafella pill.
I went to the road side,
Some girl looks at me;
Like I am strangling the fact,
I felt it uneasy to be around people;
To be close enough smell my balls,
There is something to be about me, Its not normal.
[ II ]
I’m alone in the dark corridor;
Killed 4 boys in the night,
Because I knew the cameras were not open.
I can kill myself too, BUT i WONT
Creative juice inside me
Dances down my veins.
Trapping in the lanes
Dogging around the canes
Popping the poop outta
Heavenly preparing for the nights
I am blast,
Surpass the cast.
[ III ]
There’s the feeling of being sick and out
But i’m saying that outloud
You need to sleep
To get it,
Oh get it,
Oh baby to get it,
From my hands down on the lights,
To press the button and
Blast the knight.
Crafted against the lion of flight,
I believe in the crocodiles,
I believe in the mosquitoes,
I surpass the lines,
On the primes
Of the roof, That’s a new line
I crossed THE MIGHTY DIVINE.
[ IV ]
You went all the line on to say,
Such a damn thing.
I protested against it
Fella, narcotics often released preparations
Oulla, Oulla, Oulla,
Purchasing power of the people.
Politician, you mean prostitutes
That want money without sex
Sex, you mean the falling off
The COSMOS
Bringing home the dark lord
Cumming on the bed sheet
Or raining down on her knees.
[ V ]
Provocative, the dawg moloch to lucrative
I do,
I do against the manifestations.
I do,
dreams to destruction, my construction.
I drank 1 litre of coke branded sugar water
Callin’ ’em poison and moses.
I born to rise
Of sunrise, Of the mic, To Stick around,
I’ll show you what it meant to be rich;
I’ll buy your 7 generation, with your unborn kids;
I’ll find the god, to the black hole, push him around;
On knock, HE knows,
“I’ll find him and end the game”
So the status doesn’t matter.
[VI ]
Hours are stripping
Darkness slipping
Homage plague, continental lag
I twist to the bedroom,
I twist to charcoal,
I twist to guns,
I twist to bedrocks,
That’s I want to say.
I think, it’s better to just know;
What No one had ever known,
Knowing apart from THE unknown,
Is the key to be known.
HERO HERO HERO HERO
HERO HERO HERO
HERO HERO
HERO
