Toughness, that’s what as a crown
you Plurk the world with.
Your toughness
that everything for you is now hard core.
Hard
as the jawbreakers’ core.
I could pop my head
open
with your toughness .
Kronk couldn’t beat you up.
Fleshy sinew.
I never thought that I would see heaven.
Everything on the outside would seem
like rubber. Rubber on my teeth.
Rubber on my tongue.
I feel vulcanized. Demonized.
Ne Yo was blaring as I tore up space.
Mama, Papa and their baby
see me fit as I do it.
But they will soon leave along
with you
and you r
white pearly car of a plate.
Swift annoyingly opens her mouth more than the annoying orange.
I finally see your wholeness.
You are an empty soul
that once made old Mac Donald smile.
You had a husband,
five, six, seven children
who only knew how to bow and chirp up ideas.
You under a chandelier is a morphling.
You are constant yet you break
into the senses
like you always do.
You are breaking and entering.
Infiltrating.
The world is not an apple
That you bite because she said so.
You are never you.
The world is you.
Your skin, bone and flesh.
But you changed.
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