[two.cent.peace]
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Sunday, September 09, 2001
i've decided to become
a scholar of all intentions,
analyzing worlds
and thoughts that was never
ever mentioned,
from my mouth or my brain,
battle against the way I was trained
and think critcally,
you knew the man would eventually
come out in me
testosterone and all
i've heard the enzymes call,
i've decided to ball
through my neurotransmitters i'll fall,
never,
ever for a female,
and instead i'll treat them
like snail mail,
drop them in a slot
and hope they get home,
this is the realized truth from my dome.
i've shut the valves to my heart
and redirected
straight to the male organ,
now i'm thinking in the right way,
so i can be respected,
this is my brain without drugs,
i want to maintain without hugs,
electrical millenium intellectual,
a girls only a socket for my plug.

i've decided to collect women like books,
find the cheap ones with the nice looks,
perfect cover art with a general description
i wanna know her from her superficial enscriptions.
but in school, i never really read too much,
so i guess nowadays, i'll still act as such,
i pick up the books for a day or a second,
then forget about them, that's my romantic method,
i wanna research the key terms
in my journey for knowledge,
add a knotch to the belt
like girl's pants was my college,
i keep my collection on my shelf to display,
but dust develops so i'ma have to throw them away.

this is the realm of my academia,
learned from my mistakes
now i'm booking flights like expedia,
soaring to new levels of skill,
because, never ever will I
look into eyes and feel my heartbeat rise,
or will I hold my breath just to see a smile,
because I am older and wiser,
not young and naive,
i believed in being a good man,
but now that notion gotta leave,
to welcome in the jerk inherent in me,
can't stop the evoltion of the asshole
growing in me,
begging to shine, it is now my time,
to shed the my young skin,
for my callous grime,
i wanna be shiesty, i was born to be shady,
i wanna be able to say i never respected you lady,
because i am a smart man now,
beautifully endowed
with the elegance and intelligence profound,
i'm a professor with a focus on sight,
vision revealing that being nice just ain't right.