You know what I am, don't you?
Yes, human,
Yes, abnormal,
Yes, disgusting,
Yes, a poet,
Yes, a writer,
Yes an Indian,
NO NOT STUPID!
Great answers, all wrong, maybe you are stupid.
No, I am proof, you see.
Yes LIVING proof.
Living the proof,
And proofing the living…maybe not.
I'm all things and no things,
AT THE SAME FREAKIN' TIME!
How cool is that?
You're right, it's not that cool.
Yes living, breathing,
Inhaling the air,
Exhaling the…non, uh, air.
Breathing in every moment at one given time.
Stealer of thought? Nope,
I gain knowledge,
Such as most,
Through the wind it comes.
The wind cries Suge,
Nothing more to say about that.
Proof, you know. Living proof.
PROOF! Say it with me now!
…
You didn't say it, that's okay, I forgive you,
But next time, say it with me, okay?
It ain't that hard.
“Living proof of what, dammit be consistent and tell me!”
I will, in time,
Or never.
Secrets are fun to have, but no fun to keep.
So I'll spill it, and leave you confused.
But that's okay.
It is okay, right?
I'm living proof, that
Something
Happens
To someone.
Right?
February 2, 2004
Suge
*If you are confused by this poem, well, welcome to the club. Actually, I find enlightenment from this poem.