Ahoy,
Hello there, it seems in a single hour I have aged a hundred years. Class trickles on with all the roaring speed of Mr. Bean and somehow I'm losing the ability to use mine. Spose that's why i am rapping at you in the first place, lord knows I don't come at when I've got other things going on. (Note: I am juggling flaming penguins carrying knives with liquid explosives coarsing in their veins).
Morning cracks
unhinged like common loons,
smooth and azul
calling me a fool,
Me believing it and thinking it must have a point.
After all it usually does (breakfast).
Light and Panes
light pains
small gains
stay in my lane
train
in vain
like a common loon.
It sits there, festering like a fat fig in the blistering sun,
and I can't be done
can't run.
I look at these hands
their lines both long and crackled,
worked and loves running in directions that only they know;
but I defer to them, always have.
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