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A Poem so Complete

This piece here lacks nothing, Words, rhyme, style, then something, Sounds round bound and bouncy, Speed’s right not too jumpy,

Hey all this is Martin, Not blogging but writing, Dope poems for reciting, Stop goin, it’s exciting, How is it

Pata potea, hide and seek, Dawa zoea, you are sick, Turban valia, like a Sikh, Punda zuia, it will kick,

There’s times when I cry like kid Those times when you heard my needs, Or times that my heart would

No title, if asked I’ll say love poem, Untitled, welcome to my mind noise, Unbridled, just jumbled up white noise,

I thought I’d write a poem, A little something going, I hope it don’t be boring, If so I’ll just

I thought this would sound deadly, That sweet smooth kind of medley, Instead it sounds more deathly, Than Bruce AKA

Hey you? What’s new? Good news? Nah news? Real news! Fake news? Great news! Hate news, Who knew,? Hate could,

My flash back, a hit-show, Clear, bright, 3D vision, That high resolution, Like my television, A guy on a mission,

Why am I back? I’m bored at work, I played with words, Like game of cards, I used my hands,