Long Form(An Original Poem)
Struggles to the deep
excess to the motherlode
Brooklyn my matrix
chasing red pill
The red that keeps on bleeding
whatever vision fits you
The love thieves
The religious junkies
Swaths of pain
etched in hustle
Mine is art and my cross skeletal
Some tweet their fault-lines
Suicide goes viral
Truth palpitates and blurred
Empty is half full in the noise
Every facade represented
made in Brooklyn mindset
Infect what you need
or it never stops running
24/7 price tags on zen
I'd like to report a glitch in the matrix. Can I be refunded for the loss of coherent transmission I have experienced?
oh wow awesomeness!
@billykeed "Empty is half full in the noise".... wow!
Thanks☺
Agreed!