Thursday, August 11, 2022

If U Don't Read This Do I Even Exist

Perhaps I'm much too deep, take life too seriously, like music and poetry, and of course u know it's me, cuz I whisper Joe Conscious or end with peace and 1, I don't make art for fun, it's a necessity, always give the best of me, I feel a real responsibility, to u it may seem silly, my legacy isn't willy nilly, I wanna make hearts and souls tingly, and make ya'll think, I'm from Rhode Island so I naturally sink, since we are represented by an anchor, thru art I release my bitterness and anger, questioning everything is a blessing, I stubbornly learn lessons, u know the hard way, no bullseye in my dart game, but can nail the last cup in beer pong, masterfully can clear gravity bongs, of sheer lung butter, do u hear all the sarcastic puns uttered, or do u gloss over lyrics, like weird dicks, that's people not parts, avoid swimming with sharks, in sheep clothing, where wolves pretend their owls all wise and knowing, only reading this, u know im talking about shit that exists, not from a full moon, some cow jumped over in a cartoon, can u visualize my imagery, or am I too shticky icky and gimmicky, it goes above ur head, will I even be remembered when I'm dead?

Peace and 1,
Joe Conscious 
8/11/22

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