Wake Up

[Scripter]

Im scared, chared in my dome
Like et no phone and cant find my way home
Like a child but I'm grown
Another fit of a pit of me
All they find are my bones
My mind spins like It's blown
In the wind or some rims on some chrome
Like the matrix on a dialed up tone
I'm wasted with haste in my basement
I'm still home alone
Grabbin my cheeks
Like a mute in a zone
A mutant of pollutant cologne
sprayed glade breaking, broken like an ozone
A haze of jade the first stone to be thrown
Not a king I cant win but I sit shit on a thrown
I pray and I sin and I bitch and I groan
I may but I wont known the unknown
I lie but I try to atone
Its just so dark when the light isnt bright how am I shown
I could try to find the right but why do I fly an postpone
I defy deny, I'm the fall guy with fryed eye soon another due loan
A bid now not in dollars or quid I'm just glad to be home



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[Bruce Ban-again]

I think you did something amazing there.

What I mean is this: The first line and the first few lines set the tone. Being scared and lost as you seem to describe it. What follows is the poem's structure itself seemingly embodying being scared and lost. Yet here is what makes it amazing. The consistency of it. The lines themselves are of variable length, but when read out loud at the proper pace, it's solid. Yet makes for a fluidic spoken word.

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