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[lemonybliss]

See I walk in slant rhymes
And I see in time lines
I know how long, exactly,
It took you to get from poetry
To insult in no time
And I'm wondering how much you're investing in your words
How carefully you're digesting their meaning
Because I have a feeling
You're a literary blind man
Or, you're just not seeing what I'm seeing
I don't care what you stand for
Just so that, when you're standing
You and you alone
You're not standing behind someone else's beliefs
Rather, You're standing up for your own
See I write with a passion
That is parralled by few
And I've got little to no desire
To try and explain myself to you
But don't you dare try to tell me
That my thoughts
My words aren't "hip"
Because I've got a lot more venom
Stored up
In these fingertips