Tue, 10/28/2014 - 08:54 -- I'jaaz


United States
33° 51' 57.2868" N, 118° 22' 31.4868" W

Heart pounding, face flushed

a crushing headache bum-rushed

Breath ragged, star-crush

the holy theme of hush hush


Honestly, I can never see an ending

All I know is that my suffering is pending

mental troubles notwithstanding

All I can do is stand defending


My heart, my mind, my soul, my brain

against all kinds of aches and pains

now I know this line sounds kinda lame

but I never really wanted to sound the same


Everyone has a jam

That no one should copy

slaying like a flim-flam

copper named Hoppy


I know this makes no type of sense

but then I'll be bowed down to the fence

that tries to cage me in and make me tense

and destroy my valued competence




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