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Menace

Bottled Out


They want me to play along and nod but I shake

my head,

I can tell my dreams are big enough by the way they

shake my bed.

Easy does it, I'm prepared to face a harder

scrimmage,

I'm a dull illustration destined to make a point with a sharper

image.

Premonitions of shapeshifting into cloud where no one can

stop my reign,

Precious cargo justifies your willingness to rob

my train.

Silly you, "Love" repair is the one improvement that you're

Scared of,

Sometimes you wear the same collar as the canines everyone warned

you to beware of.

Submerged in dirty deeds, sterilizing any

friction,

Walking tall, self-reliant on my paralyzing

diction.

Pillow talk of my relaxation on this soothing bed of

nails,

When the market crashes into the sea, I'll still remain

head of sails.

I'm a sheltered clock keeping with the changing

times,

Snuck a glance through a haunted horror-scope and its

rearranging signs.

Conflicted again with this cold dish, should I

defrost my fork,

Bottled up, they expected me to whine when I lost

my cork.

Embarrassing my green lights won't turn them

red,

As soon as hell freezes over I'm going to burn my

sled.

Bluntly accommodated, "the best thing smoking" if he could

avoid choking, labeled as a drag and potentially

abominated.

The righteous lyrics to my melody are now free to be

unchained,

A veteran beholder of "Beauty" developing a pupil thats

untrained.

From an atheist shore to a spiritual

sea,

Mentally prepare the ocean floor for the physical

me.

Pushing to birth a new trend without taking any

meds,

Good morning "Impossible", here's an omelette I created

Without breaking any eggs.

Faulty architects caught red handed trying to steal my

Blueprint,

Relay the message, as I run laps around tracks where very

Few sprint.

Publicize the premiere of my leading role with a private

Screening,

Well defined, we live "Life" trying to survive its

Meaning.

Disconnected, soon as I found where the wires

Went,

Constructed an amusement park out of emotions where the

Roller coasters have no height

Requirement.

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Michael avant
Michael avant

Hello fellow creators. In short I'm nothing more than a very big fan of this art form we all love called Poetry. Playing with words and thoughts, bending and twisting ideas is all part of this therapeutic yet challenging past time. 

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