Crown Myself King
(yet, another freewrite)
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Offer me just a minute and I'll be sure to pay you back a second,
but trading my time for yours seems to lack any relevance,
make amends, make change for this dollar,
and I'll stand on one foot a-top the weather vane while you take a wrecking ball to my tower,
I watch it crumble, and I mumble out a curse,
reciting my lines that no one but I memorized while plumenting to the earth,
ready the chalk lines and yellow tape,
while the brave weren't looking this free land was the coward's to take,
I've been told many things but I could never grasp their meaning,
while being strangled it's hard to practice my breathing,
so I close my eyes and count to a million,
but while I was gone 50 poets were filling in,
that's how many it will take to decifer these thoughts passing in the right lane,
until each rips through your temporal lobe and surges through your veins,
I used to think I was a part of some unspoken importance,
but that was the sum of my tokens of gratitude that left me bent like a contortionist,
the proportion, of questions to answers is unmeasurable,
but it's the asking, not the replies that I find so pleasurable,
a deep sigh of relief to realize your hands are off my neck,
while asleep I believe I can sympathize and reflect,
upon the balance of everything in it's place, and a place for everything,
and the majesty of such a palace shall shine brightly in my world if I ever crown myself king.
-Suspeckted
"when all art is signed anonymous he'll turn that big-bang theory into a small pop hypothesis" - Sage Francis
but trading my time for yours seems to lack any relevance,
make amends, make change for this dollar,
and I'll stand on one foot a-top the weather vane while you take a wrecking ball to my tower,
I watch it crumble, and I mumble out a curse,
reciting my lines that no one but I memorized while plumenting to the earth,
ready the chalk lines and yellow tape,
while the brave weren't looking this free land was the coward's to take,
I've been told many things but I could never grasp their meaning,
while being strangled it's hard to practice my breathing,
so I close my eyes and count to a million,
but while I was gone 50 poets were filling in,
that's how many it will take to decifer these thoughts passing in the right lane,
until each rips through your temporal lobe and surges through your veins,
I used to think I was a part of some unspoken importance,
but that was the sum of my tokens of gratitude that left me bent like a contortionist,
the proportion, of questions to answers is unmeasurable,
but it's the asking, not the replies that I find so pleasurable,
a deep sigh of relief to realize your hands are off my neck,
while asleep I believe I can sympathize and reflect,
upon the balance of everything in it's place, and a place for everything,
and the majesty of such a palace shall shine brightly in my world if I ever crown myself king.
-Suspeckted
"when all art is signed anonymous he'll turn that big-bang theory into a small pop hypothesis" - Sage Francis
