My Amateur Protest

This is my amateur protest.
This is Pro-Life, Pro-Choice, Pro-Yes.
This is Pro-Gay, Pro-Straight, Pro-Sex.
This is Pro-America, Pro-World, Something to protect.

This is Pro-Love, Pro-Giving, significantly prolific.
This is Pro-Soul, Pro-Spiritual, Pro-Lyrical.
This is Pro-Democracy, Pro-Anarchy.
This happens to be Pro-Peace, but Pro-War when necessary.

This is Pro-Constitution, Pro-Solution.
This is Pro-VegeTERRYnism, Pro-Disestablishmentarianism.

So I guess that makes me the Protaganist
in this amateur protest...

Suffering agonizing defeat after agonizing defeat only makes you more hungry for victory.

So this is Pro-Individual, Pro-Family, whatever that may be.
This is Pro-Enlightenment, eyeing the solution toward which we eek closer and closer to
with every rhyme I speak.

This is Pro-Fantasy, Pro-Reality.
This is Pro-Happiness. Don't be mad at me...

This is Pro-Cassius Clay, Pro-Muhammad Ali.
This is a prototype of perfection marinating.

This definitely, quixotically QUID PRO QUO.
What do we really know about where we go?

This is Pro-Social, Pro-Solitude.
This is Pro-Infinity, Pro-Balance.

Pro-Possibility's Magnitude...

So I guess that makes me The Protaganist in this amateur protest...

Suffering agonizing defeat after agonizing defeat only makes you more hungry for victory.

So process the progress.

Proverbs and pronouns.
Unwound and presented to you...
from me...

RIGHT NOW...

L ike S tegosaurus' D iet

I like Aesop Rock CDs
and Quentin Tarantino movies.

I like acid flashbacks
and Sambazon Acai.

I like keeping it (sur)real; turn, kneel, pray, appeal.

I like Brandon Boyd's poetry, junky authors
and Salvador Dali.

I like coincidental occurences, challenging the status quo.

I like psychedelic nourishment, stimulating the intellect at once the way to go.

I, like Stegosaurus' Diet, am an herbivore

with some shit you've never heard before.

Flowing, finding, flying...SOAR!

Really?

You think you're just gonna up and get discovered. Newsflash: You're not.

You think life's a fucking game. It's not. Well, sometimes it is, and when it is, it's super fun.

But life's not a game. It's not a race. It has races, but not those kinds of races where you run. The kind where you ruin chances to create meaning.

You think that if you think hard enough about something, if you really concentrate on it, if you REALLY wish for it or pray for it or want it or yearn for it, that it will just come to you.

It won't.

You gotta do something for yourself. No one will ever do it for you.

You think ignorance is bliss.

I feel sorry for your ignorant fingerprints.

But I love you all nonetheless...

These are my fellow humans?

Really?