The trees reach for the sky as they guzzle the sun
As I scream to the Lord, 'They can't muzzle me son!'
Let the government come,
And bring all the King's men
Because I live life several hours ahead like England
But I bubble like the Continent
With vowels and troubled consonants,
And I've been waiting to piss on these fools like
I'm incontinent
But still I wait–on
Because I want more than Day-tons;
In fact I’m like Phaet-on
I want the sun to play on.
I can’t settle till I got more than I deserve and that’s my word,
And go down in history as ‘a brilliant bastard with some nerve,’
For going from some nerd
To the last word that’s heard –
Become the living Word like talking nouns and verbs
And I want to be referred to as
‘The best that done-did-it’
In plaques, on the shrines, at the places where I shitted
I admit it:
I got an addiction to grandiosity but only because my brain
Is always working at such a high velocity
It’s got to be a sign that I’ve got a golden mind,
So I’ll be damned if any hand but my own ends up holding mine
And my shine
These days rivals the celestial –
I got myself just in the door like the vestibule
And terrestrial concerns
Get clipped like side-burns
Because knowledge is power and mine grows
With every bit that I learn.
I affirm,
That its unfair for me to walk around
But what else can a predator do but stalk the grounds?
The talking sounds
I hear in protest, sound no less
Than Pharisees hating me and plotting on my death
I can’t rest –
Not until I feel my deal is finished
And the ambition to which I listen is at least somewhat diminished,
So fuck beginners!
I’m a practiced professional
And I’ll torch you on your porch
With my dramatic confessionals
Like I’m blessing you,
Prometheus brought flames from the mount
And I’ve been nice enough to bring the people flames from my mouth
No doubt
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Submission Name: Flames from the Mouth
