THE BEAN POLE CHRONICLES...
Y'ALL ALL HEARD THE STORY OF JACK AND THE INFAMOUS BEANSTALK, BUT DO YOU KNOW WHY HE CLIMBED UP A VINE JUST TO GET TO ME THE GIRL KNOWN AS THE GOLDEN HARP?... LONG AGO BEFORE TIME EVEN HAD CONCEPTION, MY STORY SPOKE TRUTH EVEN THROUGH ALL THE MISCONCEPTIONS... DOWN ON THE GROUND THERE LIVED A MAN WHO WAS A PAUPER, HIS HOPES & DREAMS OF A BETTER LIFE PAVED A WAY FOR OUR REALITIES TO SOME HOW ALTER... AND I WAS A CONSCIOUSNESS THAT WAS ADHERED TO THIS HARP, THE MELODY I RELEASED WAS THE PITCH TO HIS HEART... A GIANT HELD ME CAPTIVE FOR MY BEAUTY AND MY LYRICS, BUT THE SEEDS I DROPPED DOWN WAS A SKETCH TO OUR HIEROGLYPHICS... THERE WAS QUIET ZONES AND CALCULATED THINKING, THE MAN THEY CALLED JACK REALIZED MY MUSIC WAS LIKE FINE POETIC INKIN'... SO HE GREW THE LIFE LINE THAT CONNECTED US TOGETHER, WAS HE GONNA LET THAT GIANT STOP HIM? NO NOT EVER...DAY IN AND DAY OUT I WORKED MAGIC ON THOSE STRINGS, COMPOSED HIM A VISIONS THAT MOST BITCHES CAN'T BRANG... MESMERIZING AND STRAIGHT FORWARD I PLAYED SONGS TO THE MAXX, THE NIGHT HE CLIMBED UP TOP I WAS PERCHED AGAINST A CANDLE WITH SOME FRESH MELTED WAX... I WAS BEAUTIFUL AS EVER LIKE ONE OF THOSE GOLDEN GLOBE OSCAR'S~AND YOU WAS SEXY AS HELL MY MAIN MAN ON THE ROSTER~OHH YEAH MON' ME LOVE THAT RASTA~THE GOOSE WITH THE GOLDEN EGGS STARTED TO LAYIN THEM MUTHAFUKA'S EVEN FASTA'.... IT WAS TIME TO GO BEFORE THE GIANT WOKE UP OUT HIS SLEEP, GET OUR ASS ON THAT BEANSTALK WITHOUT MAKING ONE SOUND OR SQUEAK... HE GRABBED ME AND I GRABBED THE GOOSE, I'M BOUT TO BLOW THIS POPSICLE STAND CATCH Y'ALL LATER DEUCE DEUCE....
30 DAYS AND NIGHT OF POETRY....
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