Priniples yeet
Phillip M Jackson 1988 (Boston)
July 22Ripping Moor Principles, Light identical
I'm told from Ancient stories, I am biblical
Ya Mental crave vitamins- I am minerals
never to the army tho I'm talking-in-general
Aim for the Pinnacle- no simple Pentacle
Experience the power of a God-made embryo
Mount Kilimanjaro, the equators temple
Craters in the road, Earth's a sucker for Dimples
My soul is wide open, Imma sucker to pen the notes
I'm always seeking knowledge- I been filled with the Holy Goat
Sometimes we go left, but we gotta stay strong
A whip from above for thinking we grown
Inner to the outer, like a Turtles home
I give different emphasis when making it known
I won many awards for making them poems
A cat sat by me, I called it an Omen
I'm boldly animated- Don't call me a showman
Water drought may be near, but Imma stay flowing
My name isn't Michael but I might Admire yahs
This Reptile poetry I'm wording just might be firerer
These words like drugs, tho t ain't Pfizer
This all-natural vax is taking you higher
You got to relax, This pen making you wiser
Had a dim day- this making it Brighter
Got a bolt loose- I'm getting the pliers
LLC business is great to apply tah
Wheels fall off, then its more than tires
Re-invent ya self- that's changing ya wires
I'm done with your lip, sing me a choir
Show me the Money---Jerry Maguire
Call or text me, I get paid for the hire
I push mind medicine - Call me Elijah
College or no college doesn't make you a scholar
College or no college, go ahead and make you a dollar
show ya principles.
About this poem
It is about the Art of Wisdom and creativity.
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Written on April 23, 2022
Submitted by PG on July 01, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
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Words | 331 |
Stanzas | 35 |
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