Provocateur
What do you see in those
lines
Pixels, colors, scrawls or
genius signs
Are you the dark poet
Who would know it
You live the streets
Suckling at the muse’s
teats
Nursing the heart of an
agitator
Stewing the words of
instigator
Don't leave those walls the same
Apathies are so damn lame
Don’t fear ideas that are
incendiary
Or poetic expressions in contrary
Love being on the outside
of obscure
Live long and proper - provocateur
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