I ride the bike,
dishing out this poetic psych.
Trying to psych myself
into this love thing,
when kicking azz
loudly ring.
I put up with a lot of chit,
most people are full of it.
The psych works well,
it keeps me from
entering the doors of hell.
I'm psyched into love,
it's better than
the push and shove.
Jesus wasn't psyched
he knew love was best,
"forgive them father
they know not what they
are doing."
So God so loved the world,
they he gave his only
begotten son."
So much for the psych,
hate can take a hike.
OnepoetGem
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