364
I wrote this poem about a year ago 
364*:
364 days ago I had ten pages written.
I’d probably be getting ready to do some construction.
With my jaw unbroken I struck a chord with free speech.
I continued to preach the gospel of socialism, even through the wire.
364 days ago I had more fake friends around than I had money, now I pretty much have neither, but the latter is my primary focus for the time being.
Truly I continue to seek elevation, take that as you wish.
By keeping my eyes on the ground I put my focus on futures.
I heard many lies shrouded in misery and false prophecy from the Vatican.
Interestingly enough I wished to be the light that pierced their darkness veil.
364 days ago I was involved in false love entanglement, almost to my detriment.
True be told I was bold enough to grab the tiger by the tail.
I felt that I could love her through her self hate.
I once had a date with hate, but I went ahead and stood her up.
Self love became much better than false hope in a lost cause.
364 days ago I knew I had ambition.
Today that position remains the same.
The name of the game was success, and still is.
Next year makes a new era yet tomorrow will make a new year; blessed be to the one who has ears and can hear, for fear can be understood a way.
A lot can change in 366 days
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