Poetry

Creation

written by: OurSacredHonor

I am paranoid, the world's out to get me
All I ever wanted was to be set free
The artistry of poetry
Elementary to my biochemistry

Articulatory symmetry
Auxiliary ministry
Edits auditory registry
Some gadgetry for the industry

A short allegory of a sentry
Enlisted in an infantry
Anticipatory victory
Over an accusatory adversary

Who's ancestry is a mystery
Complementary to history
It's geometry is symmetry
Played out like Atari

It's time for playstation
Telecommunication
with exact pronunciation
Articulation and punctuation

No time for misinterpretation
By repeat circulation,
Or administration's transformation
If I'm changing it's by mutation

No polarization in this formulation
No amputation or self-incrimination
No manipulation or emulation
Only manifestation in this situation

Civilization's mummification
The culmination of a violation
This operation's fragmentation
Just some correlation to the constellation

Scorpio
Cuz you know
That I'll go
With this flow

I can't let go
Even so
I'll let you know
That I am running this show

So don't go anywhere, stay in your seats
Go tell the athletes to move there feet
And go tell wallstreet to drop the spreadsheets
Tell them to listen to this sick drumbeat

They're incomplete, they can't compete
All their systems are obsolete
They're gonna press rewind and not delete
And it's gonna make their systems over heat

Prepare, for a show that can't be beat
Beware, don't be scared of these amazing feats
So sit down, listen up, time to hear the elite
This rhyme's end is bittersweet

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