The Story So Far

Narcissistic asshole 

Whose past told

Stories of love at obscene heights

And obese mistakes 

All being necessary components 

Of what this man makes 

True to fashion 

He followed passion 

Over practical 

And accolades 

Never came as passing grades

Sad to say but the mind of a genius 

Genuinely searched for the meaning 
Dark times seemed to spark rhymes 

And a medley of melodies 

Telling dreams lost reality 

Casually falling apart 

But the art gave him a new start
He learned to fight his own bouts 

Where he goes?

No one know knows 

He writes his own path

Prolifically profess his oath

To be remembered and reprised 

Along with his quotes

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