I’d always accompany a great detail of imperial art with surreal words of poetry, need i say that arts needs to be felt rather than seen. Like a business woman earning less than she screams Her purse still wailing while spilling dreams Like a dime we tussle to make We nurse financial bleeding that are unforeseen Every night we plan to lay We face demon acting plays with our brains I come first screams the goals Mindless of who’s scoring. Mindless of who’s launching the attacks Who’s mental health is midfield safe Who’s physically health is defending Mindless of what might dismay I am fearless Says the man with 2 raging hormones That of his and and the spouse who’s home Who doesn’t care about the sound of his baritone Face looking like crossbones without the bones I am fearless says the breathe owning our lives.
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