Push Point((( Spoken Word ))) : Def Poetry

Push Point
By: Julia L. Clark




Empty lot of  a wicked state of mind
The signs are darkness in fog as
The dialog of hop away  in to the
Shop mart of sell me food to
Cancer my soul and kill me in sense
Of mildew mold.
Tell me why you run away from the truth
Of my words when I open your eyes
They blink but do you  not see
I am puffed in smoke of
You my dear imperfect human
Will choke on reality
If your not seeing the signs of please
Push point your knowledge and
Gather with me the fight to eternal
Ever lasting life.
He or she that stands before you
Pour you up in  a nice champagne of idiot
and you glorifying in smile
Not knowing disrespect is so file
Its casting you
And  mapping you
And trapping you
And zapping you
In death of
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