Ladies and gents, this the intro for y'all who loved to see my project
Four Sundays of April now out
Not from lands far beyond
Not from deep in the creeks
Not so hideous in the dark
Not so strange on sight
Not ambiguous to discern
Not a mystery to unravel
Not a riddle to demeanify
Not a puzzle to solve
Not an equation to balance
Not so glittery pizzazz
Not so special as jewels
Not so a bizarre adventure
Not so chilly as ice
Not a can of worms to unearth
Not a banner to unveil
Yet an exposé from and I special fellas, protegé
Isn't musical tho, yet songs unsunged
All mere words, hitting the depths of your hearts like a bullseye
Nothing cliché though but captivating
So obnoxious chase of appraisal
Such bullshit wrapped in a parcel
This intoxication of lunacy
This alloy of pure shit
This mixture of crap
This self thought displayed
This conversations exposed
This carelessly picked unnecessary spaces
This vulgar language hinged
This duets and solos altogether
This exposition of life experiences and fictions
This collection of poems
This storyline with rhythms
This symphony with rhymes of wordings
This encyclopaedia searched within our reach
This vocabularies from the unknown
This letters that'll itch your ears for more
This emotions seemingly false
This masterpiece not from the best so to say but the gifted and talented
This ode so strange
This ballad so uncertain
This eye opener to contemporal issues from controversial views of my, well our POV
This audacious show off of writing skills
This display of knowledge of choice of words
This art written and published
This even with scanty rhymes is melody unstringed
This tai chi unleashed
This algorithm sequential
This pleasure to the ears
This groan deep in within
This is the birthing of life in words
This people, this is what we do
It is our forté
Writing shii
Pen fucking out
©️ Hypeman
