Make a fool of yourself, you need no help
Send somewhat colorful words my way
Your “best” rejoinders, sharpened to lacerate
Whats left of the pieces you made of my heart
But… Never assume my silence translates
To me having nothing to say, a favor,
For a fifth dimensional poet like me
Will relocate your brain case to the green veggies section
Brain dead state, from an overdose of enlightenment,
If its alright with you, i’d like to transition
My life force to the next world
Without a murder on my record.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by: incolor16
