I sit sedentary atop my golden throne damp from my shower...silently alone. My hair... moist as I induce my slippery comma of social media. I gaze ahead to simply ponder my thoughts, and I find the painting adjacent to my sight ...to be crooked...this I protest..is not right. I then ask myself...is this indeed crooked? Or is our perception in society taught in a form that is deceptive to anything beyond formal? This painting has flare..yet it is out of the normal. breaking the rules of symettry and turning it's angle horizontally. A Life lesson to be taught dramatically....lies? LIES to my mind that crooked it seems. Mocking my movements as it watches me gleam. ...who can conjure if an Ocean's wave is amassed when hurt you only compare to the water that lay idle next to it.
....How can I truely determine if this painting is crooked, when I myself cannot preach what is straight? And this event ...the devils bait? Secummed?... I am, my story spoken true in poetry slammed. Society is wrong.
It is for this reason, I thoughtfully commit treason. We as a people are judged on false pretenses. I conserve its ascew proportIONs. My once- ill ...thought is now a product of abortION. It seems romantic in a sense....let Life be tilted for some time...for then you may experience the thought of truely being alive, free of control by harsh standards. Loved for the love you convey- not the style you appear as today. .........This picture......---a testament to our faith .to God? To others?.....to life.
