These words,
Are dancing as it flows with each line,
It shouts,
Phrases panting heavily spilled onto paper,
Oh, what a mess,
Waiting to arouse, suppressed thoughts and,
Emotion-filled anger, excitement of exploding fireworks,
Look, what a sight,
Traveling down your spine, it tickles,
The poets who defecate these words into his or her mic,
Through the versatile, sometimes bludgeoning pen,
Mysteriously striking you blind sighted, to see
Enlightenment with,
These words.
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