Ego

Death of the ego...

Feels foul

blocked at the free throw...

In the meanwhile,

thinking about

blessings from mi amigo

Even though the laughing hyena

seems wild,

they ain't mandingoes!

Wow!

Sans the ethos...

in sanskrit we wrote on walls

back in the day,

with an ancestral way...

We would wrap with arms extended...

Not to mention,

poetry has been my artform

...and word pregnancy

is what we long for...

The best delivery is aqua,

the water birther, saunters,

magnificently...

curtains due call

to what I was once drawn,

no loves loss or cares ma'...

concerns seem so cordial...

Never been a bore dude

just an only child

destined to be a mogul...

Mowgli playing Monopoly

monkey style!

Boardwalk and Park Place

has become a jungle now.

All railways are fungal,

in a dark state mycelium

is what we look up to.

That's a mean green thumb

at the farmers market I spoke to peeps!

Perhaps that's a beast

that doesn't need a dictionary

and he

happens to speak up locally,

Vocally, potpourri...

to leech on to...

with a small town point of view...

up late, no curfew...

till court is purchase for fortune,

I sojourner for the truth...

they adjourn to another sound...

a bounty of knowledge

is what I found doing this...

As I frolic through the midst...

Will, Atilla, the gorilla

have any problems in this establishment?

Please, don't mind my monkey business!

I guess all you can say is, 'I killed that' in the ending...

Fresh, like a baby is

with no forgiveness of any sin!

Sincerely, I'm signing off, I'll see y'all again...

I lived it quick, as if,

as I were a Praying Mantis, my friend...