my life , your tragedy

Even if I drew you a map Or lent you a compass You could never ever see What I want to accomplish Staking my claim Carefully aiming my Metaphoric missiles Hoping that you too Bleed poetry Hanging on to verbs I commit poetic suicide All the while bleeding Nouns and word sounds Like Ouch Ooh A I stay daydreamin On a cloud My pen Screams I am poetry We are poetry Your not done Keep writing son I even have time To take my girl On a date Her name is Poetry sonnet She sings in the most beautiful tune in the month of june And she sings for me In the key of Lalalalala Oohooh Yeah I got soul But I know This Poetry And I are one AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Just jumped off a metaphor Poetic suicide I awake to find I aint dead Living in the land of scars and stripes[slavery] Not stars and stripes[liberty] Or coffins so often portrayed on tv [death] Waiting on my spaceship [Exit stage left] BRrrrrrrrnnnnnnngggggggg Wake up son Class is still In session