TYRON Ending Poem

Statistically speaking I'm satire Please don't laugh, really Fanatic, I'm a fascist for everything that's attractive Visually pleasing although it's misleading You never know 'til you get there Kinetic energy What a way to live We are but LEGO bricks Stuck in a rut 'til something clicks We come together rubbin' sticks We couldn't get an ember Fly like penguins feed the hatchlings Our sickness Huck it up back and forth like a hockey puck Resembling our crooked ways The things we do for warmth Or at least malnutrition At lеast you're half healthy Somewhat lеss ignorant 'Cause we know it all Tyron I made this with the intention of showing two sides of the story, both sides of the fence. As you know there's more than one layer to each person and I just hope you can understand, and I hope this helps you understand yourself a little better. Thank you for listening. Thank you for your time. You're forever appreciated. Lots of love, Tyron