I'm Innocent

I compose –war I oppose
–hate of politics I suppose,
Conflicts, love, and life I prose,
Hypothetically I speak,
with a mind that leaks,
I bleed through the sheet, to recite my needs,
Addiction, contradiction with the world’s confliction,
I don’t write my poetry for the seek of attention, it’s an abrasion of compulsion,
A little obsession and infatuation for writing my sentiment in public,
I predict –rhymes like a psychic,
Isn’t it ironic –how anarchic people are septic –with hate?
Love-peace in religion and race would put politics into fate,
Scale from one to ten, what would be my rate?
I wonder! But whatever –no matter –I evaluate –
I’m upper than what you’re under,

My intellect is bigger –than an alcoholics gutter,
I’m not for dictators but I’m a bit bitter like Hitler,
I battle –right in the center like the gladiator,
Why is it --

I’m guilty of a crime I haven’t committed?
I am a bit too harsh on the politics, I admitted,

But I submit my concept in caution,
It’s a dedication to precision, prevision –provided by me!
I’m innocent until proven guilty.