Zoan
Pretty Boy’s Poem
Saw me at my worst
There when I’m at my best
Growth is one hell of a treat
Love me when it’s easy
Doubt me when it’s contagious
Hoping its about you that I tweet

Poet and I didn’t even know it
Conquered all regions
Kanto, Alola, Sennoh, Hoenn
If some are mowing
To provide
What’s to say of my life
That I just get high
And it’s an accomplishment
That I didn’t commit suicide
It’s funny
Been running
In my lane
And between
The complaints
And the reverence to your name
I don’t think twice of a missed demise
Cause when you rise
They see your stature
They see that
When you could have been spitting on some ignant shit
You came in the form of a loving pastor
And if the answer
Is a no constantly
Then I wonder what strangers, bystanders
And my fans truly want from me
Lies are detrimental
But what’s to say of
Those that I hurt with my honesty
Like I could drop references
We’re all bias towards our preferences
We all get an ego boost from our inbox of messages
And is life really about who you be stressing with
Cause in an endless cycle of work, pay bills
Interest rates, down payments, and paid deals
I can’t help but feel like
That’s not what Eloim envisioned
But when I look at me
I’m not in any position
To shift the legislators
To shift those who reign holds weight
To turn them away from the love of the paper
To encourage them to empathize with other’s pain
But what remains
Is my unending output
Longest break is a month
I’m addicted to
“This sounds good”
Where I get my flavor???
From the descendants of folks who got the fusion of America & Hanguk