If I’m saying
two same different things
it aint figurative, not near literature.
It’s me feeling stupidly uncanny:
the mind ‘poli-tricks’ it’s intelligence;
making you see sense in me,
like my sixth sense is keen.
This aint poetry, it is me
feeling crazy wild mind craze.
Spitting out the words
before they erase.
My mind be so clouded
it hazes to a daze.
This aint some whistle blown by wiki
this is me feeling slickly.
