Nothing Sticks To Me! And You? Poem by Chuy Amante

As kids we shouted...
'I'm bouncy like rubber,
you're sticky like glue,
what you say,
bounces off me
and sticks all over you!

What a skill what a talent, still apply today?

Are you beat up, feet up, always in the fray?

What hits hard, feels bad, makes you sad?
Must it? Trust it? Why not be iron-clad?

Bring on the hate, bring on the vile,
I'll laugh my guts out, spill the bile!

Dear peasant, dearest pawn, in fact all,
You don't know on whose lawn you crawl!

Only small-minded, lame, broken darkness,
could ever try to assault me with sharpness!

Know I do exactly how exalted and who I AM,
above the grovelling world, such a petty scam.

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I am Gold and you are Golder!
Run with me, I'll reflect your smolder.

If you only knew exactly who you were,
walk you would, with the Holy Few as holy viewer!

Those that see and know their true lineage,
know they are of the Royal Bloodline, that of Privilege!

Walk in dirt, never again, BE the Royalty that you are!
You walk in peace, dignity, freedom, above the fray, in the stars!

Nothing here, can ever stick to me,
I wear the robe of Timeless Eternity!

God's eye's are mine,
her words are pure,
her actions
are those to raise the herd!

Rubber, glue, games of earth,
rise high above that,
Be ye therefore nothing but mirth!

As God is MY witness, all I speak is true,
All that she has,
is waiting for birth in you!