RMC

A fortune teller once told me
I’m gonna die but not breed.
She echos in here now it seems
thinking of her means I bleed.

I’m rugged down my spine,
do to it what she does is fine
after she drinks her own wine
she wants my tongue inside.

I please and I ease but no sleeze
am I because a female tells tales please
take an easy rest from my knees
I can give complicated things an ease.

Feel my warm hand of zeal I land
inside the real world sand
is where I sink I need a hand
to step up and sometimes stand.

I know I could be a rogue
but I don’t want angry foes
inside a complicated code
we could overcome never erode.

Feel my phases it erases
what brings the trouble one faces.
We can be baptized in front of love,
but from above anger chases.

God spares no one the rod,
coincide the maligned suicide
I commited I still fitted odd
in this life where we all collide.

For the brain I take medicine
some for my ailments some for fun.
The wrath of time is that it runs
clicked back like a loaded gun.

So my explosions may sway
the day from night at sight I say
come with me and let’s games play
to occupy the mind today.