A 'good Chemistry' Lesson Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Our Chemistry; part of my Death-o-nomics
It's this new-age course I'm teaching
Death and preaching, from the ministry
It started due to our chemistry
and many other factors turned to problems
Solve the problem now, look at the whole equation
My brain divided, civil war
Split into an entire double nation
You wouldn't believe this creation
I needed sedation
But I went silent instead
You Became violent instead
I Would rather speak of The Dead
Now with these visions of severing your head
'Death-o-nomics' was the course
Which put me high on my horse
'Your little pony' turned into a warrior, a queen
Can explain the solution to anything she sees
And, really? Prefers trigga-nometry
But, you have to jump on it with me
Join in because you're dead too
I told God, and he said: 'I am not taking either one of you! '
He-said, she-said, they all said the same;
You must pass the class
With straight A's, to solve it, to reign
Every semester, you loved me less and less here
I felt it, I knew it
You wouldn't admit that you blew it
I acknowledge that I did
I'm well aware I'm a handful; like a wound-up crazy kid
Who can screw like a woman, write like a man
But, still so, so, so young;
I know my flaws; realize them one by one!
Only, you refused to see yours, wouldn't admit they existed
So the main course is done,

This class? It's over.
I dismissed it.


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