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So easily duped, and led on,

i feel a fool.  how could the man

with the 152 iq ever be tricked by you.

you strung me along with a tall tale

of colossal advantages,  pretending to help me

by wrapping my body in first aid bandages

and putting little incisions on my back

to help the leeches drain the bad blood

man, only if foreshadowing had a second cousin

we could get busy with no legal repercussion.

but now there's a bun in its oven,

because i pulled out too late

made foster friendships with you,

too much of a gentleman to not offer a tissue

but now i'm stuck,

bandaged like a banished leper of society

i lost my pointer finger, here comes the climb of anxiety

at the peak, say hello to the mountain scapegoat

its got the firm footing, unlike me

i tumble like a pebble down the rock

to the green valley of "nine months later"

the sumerians called it the Fertile Crescent.

feral ground where apathy grows wild

i've got a thorny golden crown

which i put on a gold cow

seperate some ideas and sell the calf for half my past

on the black market where they accept my makeshift cast

as open currency.  because misery loves company.

so say hello to nine months of deboutchary.

circumcized the child of mine and foreshadowing,

with the foreskin of the foresaken,

taken and put in placenta soup

cut down the sensitivity and show me how a man acts.

act rash and brash, bold and audacious.

show me the reason why frequencies come from vibrations

put a little umph in it

i'm jaded but not green.

purity faded completely from me,

offering a brash string of virile actions.

haphazard contraptions enslave this damsel of dimentia.

think i'll wint my freedom? i betcha,

my kids name is hindsight.

intellectual incestual insight was jerry springer's

cleverest gimmick to invest in,

now i'm spreading vocal direction

to teach hindsights lesson to everyone

with realities vague conception

another mistake where i didn't pull out quick enough.

now i'm surrounded

by amplified capricious hyperbolies of energy.

and you think you know me?!?

and you think you're better than me?!?

simply because your best friend is deception,

i beg to differ, because i can see through my childs eyes

with 20/20 perfection