On Top

January 8, 2012
I wake up,
inside a cage.
I gotta break out,
before I start to freak out.
What is it?
What am I doing this moment in history?
Am I gonna fade away,
or end up in the books?
With these hooks, penetrating my skin to hold up the weight of my stress as the world spins swirls and twirls through the universe.
I will not fade.
I will not end up like a dog, nudered or spayed.
'Cause I ain't like the rest.
The next time you see me, I will be on top.
The very best.

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