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[title] => What else have you got?
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[bodytext] => Art is the ultimate front, A jest with God, so explosive, for some have backbone and some don't, for some, art is a walk in the park, for some art is the heat that sparks deep dark thoughts, that won't stop, till those out of line all get punked, ego crushed, face flushed, royal flush, only comes out in a deck of jokers, never know what you will get, a walking contradiction imposed, following opposing codes, feel no hate, postive notes, yet it feels like everything is covered up, just under your nose, Art will adapt or die I suppose, waiting for someone to expose, and crystalize chosen foes, trying to leave us thrown, Into decades of dark ages, millions of words, but nothing to say kid, It seems the hand you been playin, Is tough, the right cards aren't coming, so write left, Go all in and keep bluffing, for art is the ultimate way to shuffle, civilizations, can go broke, sell their soul in the hustle, I am a mere poet, one indivdual, yet I am powerful cause I front, I bleed red like others, connections with blue bloods, got me secured the title, not ashamed to be white, so red, white , and blue, I choose, to place my art out there for, for if it wasn't for this nation's infrastructure, I would be dirt, broke, and poor, there would be no moral suppport, true souls see how connections with other men of honor, humble me and keep my quick mind quiet, all war is profitble, despite the death toll, "for whom the bell tolls" may God lift their souls, no death was in vain, for surely no God would play such a game, unwind such a scheme, and not leave behind a clue or a key, be it song or seen, thesis, vision, or dream, IN the fog, on the path, art is in the front, yet God wants you to feel something else, so what else have you got? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 73 [informant] => Bsteel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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