Yopp!

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A display of self-expression! The most beautiful of all things!

My words paint vivid pictures, they will give this post it’s wings.

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Talk, preach, bark like a dog –

sing, tweet, start your own blog.

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A message is a message, no matter how small.

Go share yours with the masses, to every city sprawl.

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It’s not that hard. Just look at Drake, the rapper and the king!

You could reach millions with the simplest of mantras, as silly as ‘hotline bling’.

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Reality soon sets in, like a swift kick to the nuts.

A cruel, dark world we live in, a truth that deeply cuts.

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A message is a message, no matter how small.

That is, until you spot the audience: no one at all.

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No listening ear is given, far much less, a care.

We’re all selfish assholes, who internally will stare.

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A tree falls in a desolate forest, does it offer up a sound?

I’m tempted to stop typing. These words will not be found.

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I will die and be forgotten, with jack shit to show.

Looking at my hourglass, the sand will flow and flow.

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Money, pleasure, and power. These are the things I should follow?

Play the games that grownups play. The blue pill is sure a tempting swallow.

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I’m no good at those games. Words are all I own.

Sure, I’m just as selfish. My motive is now known.

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But let me state my peace, a memo to impart.

Let’s shift this to a hopeful tone, the one I teased at the start.

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No one is listening, but who gives a freaking damn.

Seeking approval of others is of life’s biggest shams.

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Venture into the world with the INTENTION of being unheard.

At last you’ll find liberation in an embracing of the absurd.

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The world is sitting on an elephant’s nose.

The fruit of your effort may never disclose.

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My name is JoJo and I’m done playing with my yoyo.

By sharing this on Facebook, I scream from the tower: “YOPP!”

But after no *likes* and only one comment, the post is a total flop.

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Society please accept me. I’ll delete this link right away!

But that comment will always haunt me: “dude ur fucking gay.”

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I guess a message is a message, no matter how rudely stated by a ‘friend’.

And it taught me: no more self-expression! and the rhymes must come to an end.