who's the fool

while i'm droppin bombs on hatchmarked lands

it's the fool who rules

holding back pools of poetry

comin out your muther fuckin eyes

takin down the wall paper

and putting up sandpaper

turning this from room to sunlight

mark it up and take it down

break it down

bury it deep

underground

this lines

are

getting

shorter

but in the light of progression, your aggression is feeding something like lion nightmares

argumentative

and debatable

takin down this room

and i'm building more soon

but for now i'm ripping it down

and painting smiles on the summer sidewalk

waiting for the beauty to break out my chest

and love to kiss me softly in the summer air