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