The Boasters

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It’s not your fault
That you like
What you do

You were programmed
And manipulated
Hard
screwed

Tight
are the bearings
While other things
Are unjust
and set just too loose

(fool)

Images
Sounds
And uber things
way Beyond sights
Most don’t even
pay
attention to

It’s all recorded
And inks out
With the actions
That you
subconsciously
And knowingly spew

What you show off
And what you Give
UnConditional
And Endless
Glory to

A brand
A name
A drug
The activity
That you do
With the boo

What is your God?
What is that you
can’t live
Without
Hesitation to attempt
To skip orders and Pursue?

Repeat
Promise
Promises
And
Reuse

You can say
That you
Only
Do
You

A Non believer
To the thought
And notion
That There’s something
Way
above you

Do houses not have walls?
And hair weaves not have
A strong need
for sowing
And or crazy glue?

I ramble in jokes
Because there’s
To much to bring up
Giving numerous amounts
Of possessions to argue

As a people
We need
Not the wants
But the strength
and order
to stand
and remain true

Something to keep
Holy
And Un chipped
Like the tooth

That’s been
In too dirtiest
Of a mouths
To put
any
Sorts of
faith
Into

Go on
Chapter
A million
And something
Something
thirty two

….

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  1. Interesting interaction between the title of the poem and the text…enjoyed reading it.

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