Too High

Too high to die, my suits fly

birthday, silk, or jean that’s why you cry

theosophy positioned massively

actually reproducing truths of tragedies

world in front of me, Nova Scotia in back

jabbing vividly questioning rap

I’m hearing a lot of shit that belongs on toilet paper

meet your maker, lost colors like takers, cause you a faker

multisyllabic unequivocal limitless dividends

teaching recidivists not to hold menace clips

socially redeeming vehemence unbelievable achievements

life lessons underlying the greatest belief of sense

over heads underwater agreements

talking with nature leaving saccharine scents

Jordan Croucher, Classified, and Sidney Crosby

can’t compare them to me, I’m an oddity giving every living brain a lobotomy  


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