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you don't understand, do you?

i don't care if you think i'm brilliant
i don't care if you wish you could write like me
and i don't care if you never read another word i write.

but if you do click here again

i want you to be moved

i want you to cry
i want you to laugh out loud
i want you to punch a hole through your screen

i want you to feel alive

'cause every rhyme i write is 25 to life
and i never write unless i have something to say
while i may not be married to genius
i do fuck her on occasion.

now, i don't want praise
i don't want fans
i don't want money

(but i will pimp my shit if the dollars are right)

i just want you to be moved

i want the kid whose dreams died when his manhood was born to close his eyes once more
i want the brash girl who cowers inside the battered woman to run free again
i want the lonely, drunken bastard to know he ain't alone and he doesn't need to be ashamed

i want you to read this next line and try real hard not to smile:

(go on. don't smile. i dare you. i double dog dare you. i'll tickle you if i have to. and don't think i can't tickle somebody with words.)

you might not understand right now,
but someday, you'll recall this poem
and on that day, you'll do exactly what i want you to.

i still won't care what you think of me
but i will feel alive

just like you do.