Poetic Memoire of Illustrious Da Poet

 

Face was rigid than  A sham wet cardboard painting, Concealing all of his love, Irrational and unstable, But what he presents, is suave, and personable Attention is his H20, But his eyes keeps an hour glass that’s quickly becoming non existent, If you pull back the curtains underneath his eyelids, Ooooo, that’s a soft spot where he forbids, Oooooo , Thats where I found where his past traumas live, I saw his mama,  and some old shit he never forgived, Grown man, mentally trapped in a child like soul, Mmmmmmmmm,Mommy issues, but he stay wrapping it in a whole bunch of manipulating ego’s, Ego is to heart, so he like that shit stroked Ego is to heart, so he like that shit stroked Ego is to heart, so he like that shit stroked, He look so strong, but his weakness hides in the shadows in a fetal position, He look so strong, but his boundaries had been officially conditioned, He look so strong, but you can tell something missing Smile coruscating, sweet nothings of value, Laconically ...