I guess I’m prodigious in relation to  emotionless miscreants,
I am riveted with genuine emotion among zombies to futile causes,
Raging proponents of staying wholly apathetic because feeling hurts,
They do what they feel works,
Generations, infinite Earths,
To be drained gray and bombed to dirt,
And dust,
There are them and us.

I am a genius because I protest the embrace of abnormality,
Outside present barriers of placid reality,
To sling color into that morose gray,
And paint the streets with ensuring future and new vitality…
It’d be hard to say-
That those impertinent will wither soon.


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