It’s another group of sentences that rhyme at the end, I mean paragraph, sentence slipped, paragraph is what I meant.

Each time I write with endings alike I start without knowing the end of the verse. I wish I knew the ending first, it’d be easier if these words were reversed.

Pencil free poetry has the edge to see the last words purge, a cursed microphone won’t work through obscure scribbles and erasers.

The truth is I just heard these Eminem lyrics in the gym, dude’s a genius, somewhere in there I decided to write this for #steemit.

It doesn’t really have a basis or a topic, I haven’t ran across any punchlines yet either so I doubt the final copy will be comic.

Sometimes I like to write multiple lines without reason and watch consonants and vowels harmonize through syllables on standby to receive them.

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Finding images that coincide with these sentences is like trying to find Halloween on Christmas—what is this? Where was I?

That’s right... images. Imagination’s wandering away with this one, it was done as take away but I can’t make this imagination break away.

I try to visualize the image to display next but there’s no point in doing it, I don’t even know where the end of this sentence is.

Or if this should’ve been the beginning of it, can you see my dilemma? Arrived in between a slap on the wrist and a determined myst.

I decided against attaching demeanor to myst like an infraction—fascism reaction like standing against mismatched factual rhythms.

I need another image to depict the direction of these sentences, this isn’t the end of it, gimme a minute—I’m anxious to see what comes of it.

I’ll stick with the scrabble theme it seemed to work the first time fine but it doesn’t spell anything, nice try, it looks like I couldn’t make up my mind.

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Image importance is second in this, it’s the visible syllables I’m concerned with, as you read it, I wanna know it’s flowing and proportionate.

Can you see it? Words heavier than oxygen tossed against the wind, hovering at eye level—circling around and back again, it never ends.

Determination, litigation, inspiration, capitalist nation let’s pretend they don’t exist—let’s pretend each of us is drowning in equivalence.

Pretend everything makes sense from being taught to think like racists to receiving back lash the instant we comment against it.

Publicly schooled by rules called national curriculum, consequences for not teaching them results in broken laws enforced by institutions.

Suddenly sea level rising is a concern by the masses but even the sea can’t keep up with the seemless rise in taxes.

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I veered away from consciousness and got caught up in unconscious politics—it happens! I’ll try not to do that again.

The mind’s a valuable thing to plate something, wait! I mean, hate, wait! Hey, take away, wait! It’s nothing. Mumble something, drop F bombs and grab crotch—run a country.

Take everything with a grain of salt, they say that’s how it’s done. In other words, it’s your own fault you can’t trust anyone.

I believe, in general, humans are kind with no ill intent toward each other, however, the corruption of others grows ergonomically in numbers.

Strangers don’t concern me, it’s the elected officials that do, they have the power and resources to line their pockets with greed and purchase separation from you.

These paragraphs and sentences allow imagination to be corralled without expanding when consequences and punishment mean the same thing today as explanation and understanding.

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