Some may say that I am a criminal mastermind
And I am a mastermind so to speak
But not criminally
However, this may be why they say this thing
I'm a mastermind when it comes to these rhymes
Because like a criminal I steal moments in time
And help life to be more defined
Embezzling your thoughts
Making them my own
Putting them in poem
I am the arson that sets your ears ablaze with my words of fire
Sparking the flame by putting my pen to paper
Making it spread by spitting my gasoline titillations
All over once cold coals, now hot embers of offense
I am the dealer that is into
Word trafficking
The exhibitionist that
Indecently exposes euphemisms
I assault your inner being and
Extort your deepest of deep similes while
Raping your mind of metaphors and metonymies
I bribe your ears with soliloquies and suspense
Listen to me as I fill them with symbolisms or I will
Rob you of your attention
Kidnap your contemplation
Not three time felon
Repeat offender as I
Stalk your anticipation and rumination
Aiding and
Abetting your imagination. An
Accessory to your artistry
Stealing your Identity like a
Thief in the night as I recite sonnets and stanzas
Forging my name to them; and you didn't even know they were there
Untouchable so it seems
As I turn your life into hyperboles
And spit imagery so smooth you swear it was a
Conspiracy...
Queen-Pin
Mastermind is me
Indeed, Criminally
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