Dis Poem is the poem to end all poems
It's the poem that all others died for in order for this one to be born
Dis poem is the love that was made last night
Scripting flames of desire on paper so precious
As it's partner screams of sheer delight
Dis poem was conceived while sexing this morning
Quick orgasmic thrusts of ecstasy
Releasing millions of little truths
The ultimate reaching it's destination of one's mental
Fertilizing the thought of being more accessible
Dis poem is the attaining of realization after destitution
The indemnification after suffering from intolerance
And the justification for the rebellion at hand
Dis poem is the Criminal Mastermind that is leading the pack
Conspiring against that which seeks to destroy freedom of speech
And puts censors on dis poem, as well as you and me
Dis poem is the child that threw the stone of doubt against society's legitimacy
Smashing windows painted with the government's prevarications
Exposing the palpabilities, finally phasing out all apparitions
Dis poem is the weed you roll in your stick
The crack you put in your pipe
The cocaine you snort up your nose
The pills you pop and
The heroin you shoot in your veins
Giving you hallucinations of being invincible
Making you feel as though you can fly
Dis poem is an attempt to make all sane...
Dis poem is to seperate the irrefutable from the imitation
And the absolute from the fictitious affected
The tenacious and virile from debilitated impuissants
And the vigorous from inefficacious pessimists
Dis poem is to discover all those who are irrecoverable
To encourage those abject and dejected
And to help arouse and invigorate the discourageable
Dis poem is the up before the down
The joy before the pain
The calm before the rain
The silence before the riot
And the seconds ticking before the explosion
Dis poem is the paradise after...
Dis poem was written by dis poet
And dis poet wrote this to be apart of
That which is great, and everything that ain't and
To be connected to all poets who
Wrote their interpretation of
DIS POEM...
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