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By El PoetPublished 3 months ago 1 min read
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My right finger on my temple

left hand on an hour glass,

If that's so simple...

Carrying the savior

of mankind within her,

She's holding chalices

of the Holy of Holiest...

the wine I sip is cold,

as an icicle...

unlike my hot credentials...

hand-frees, fine pencil

as if I got ridiculed,


my mind is mentally,

writing my rites!

I pity the fool...

Yikes, the sights

I see are so risky

intricately orchestrating



with an uncanny gleam


I wrapped...

this gift of gab

packed with my dreams...

and now you see it,

what I have for the seeking...

and now you don't...

these people,

bad with their treatment

and I still give them me,

at least I'm free, though

in this new sequence

I bind to a feminine species' eyes

like when light shines

on sequins...

A true dude,

Who knows how to be it!

best believe it...

A kingpin

amongst penguins

in bowties, and tuxedoes

eating placebos

and drinking...

dissolving there egos

as human beings...


and you may miss it,


and you may get it...


as we toast

to the weirdest

of spirits...


liquid courage

Right about now,

I can feel it...

It's coming on loud...

The crowd is really strong, now

and the song they sing

sounds so proud...

My breathes

have calm down

As I step

on clouds,

but how?

Asking myself,

What's wrong child?

Did I get roofied on a rooftop?


I'm not

use to being

in these cool spots

my anxiety has me acting out too much...

so when I throw my outfit on

it's going to be a coup-de-tat!

Hoo Rah!

Mission: get this Grey Poupon, mustard

Dijon I'm on...

Don't let this Rolls Royce, touch curbs

Tired! I ain't waiting to take these

chocolate bricks to Colonel Custard...

Were there shrooms in this dessert?

Feeling desperate in the desert,

buzzed as a buzzard

picking at some fuzz

amongst earth

what once was,

now is roadkill...

with that an exposed feel

from head to toe, healed

I got the cold chills...

...Yo, this holiday party is

so for real!

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About the Creator

El Poet

Subscribe, so I can provide something magical while striving to be autobiographical. For the life of me I shall not take a sabbatical. I'll keep writing these apical poems, as longs as it's fashionable to my passionate flow. Let's go!

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