I take my garden’s spade and I shovel out the grime
No I’m not talking about the rotten patch, but Eden in my mind
I know I have an ace and a queen and a jack
In my pocket’s back
My bones go click clack
But somehow instead of paying the gambling men back
I’m carrying on with my vision’s tank
They call me crazy for spitting words, but I know I’m spitting facts
They’re splitting hairs but claim they don’t care
They just make me look like a mess
They say I do already cause my hair is messy
And my eyes reflect a deck
They really can’t give me a compliment
Which keeps my ego at a brake
But anomalously that’s a good thing for me
I could never match their undeveloped ways
I’ve got lots to show, they don’t know
What a masterpiece I am
I’m nothing like what they’ve seen before
I’m not gonna keep in check
I’ll have critics who won’t flow with it
I’ll be maligned in the end
But I know this even though I may not show it
I’m greater than you’d expect
I know we put up a fight in card games alike
And the winner’s plants grow green
That’ll be me one day
When I clean the dirt right off my spade
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By: Talker
Written: February 21, 2024
Published: February 21, 2024
