my brain fell out part 3
Dude,
You should sell this stuff to some wrap artistis. You could make some big bucks.
Seriously
bepatient...
are you making fun of me? 
i spilled my feelings for errbody~ hehe...anywaysssssss i guess i was just bored and wanted to make use of my adhd. yea..ok bye
Hey- I think bepatient is being serious. I registered just so I could say
that I liked your poem- the flow, the returning to the star reference at
intervals and the laundry line, in particular.Not making fun at all, I think you have talent and rhyming the words reminds meof rap lyrics. YOU ROCK
::Dear everyOne:: 
Oh me oh my why do i try
my brain refuses to comply!
miss frizzle got me hooked on rhyme
i can see why she does it all the time..
children so lost...they long to be found
so i'll publish a poem-book, then pass it all around
for the kids in this world that feel so unknown
surrounded by many people and still feel all alone
The Child in Me is Pretty and You are a Growned-Up-Ugly
By: Seymore Butts 
[a little unorganized and pretty randome. sorry, dont feel like playing doctor]
it is of no neuralgia to me
how you blindly percieve me so inaccurately!
i cry: nincompoop of wee pee pee brain,
how nescient you are! i am, in part, a night sky
'childish' only one unique star
like height, hair, tanned or fair
all these parts add up to be
specific to my individuality
because all the twinkles in everyones sky
uniquely combine to create you and i
so why do you judge and refuse me in favor?
because i too can have growned-up-ugly behavior
sometimes it may be hidden from view,
which essentially means you aint got a clue..
that in all actuality, i am smarter than you.
do not concentrate, do not decree
on the perplexity
on the cover of the true story
that is all about me and how i hurt my knee while doing my laundry
dont judge the twinkle of all my sky's stars
this kind of practice leaves permanent scars.
accept my distinctions and please do not judge me
all of them each just a minute degree
of twinkles contributing to my biology.
to be all that is in the entire range
of the spectrum inclusive of every age
is my cursed talent, no thanks to my sage
and thats why i'm trapped on my life's stage.
so i'll never get to glimpse or view my own story
or know why you laugh watching my documentary.
it's written in my destiny, its obvious knowledge:
that i'm forever held as my only hostage
the system corrupt, foundation unjust
segregation by habit makes prejudice a must
but biased judgment can never prevail
with destitute of mercy, it will eventually fail.
patience and faith for majority of those,
that are seemingly innate with a profound loathe
for a branded minority, for the ones they hate most.
i pray for the day this system meets its fate
and becomes another place in time, just another date
but just another fable is what i really hope to see
that tells the story of my stars and how they were taken from me
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