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Toilet Frame of Mind

November 27, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

you know when
someone don’t believe in you
not because of ‘you’ particularly
it’s just that they don’t believe in their self
and you can see it too

because the way they go about believing in you
most promises they are unable to see it thru
that’s called seasonal
I usually add that on top of my evening food!

you know those types that
only create flavors by adding to what’s already there,
taking the easy route?
I’m hard to consume, my very being isn’t easy food
I’m one hell of a surprise to those that barely chew and see their food

you know those that are like,
“not now, I will later!”
umm, but how long will you embrace the-
“taking it easy” mood?
preferring the beach, inflating the scenic route
wanting a breeze or two
sometimes when life hit you, you gotta go with it
even if the situation is readable
and inconceivable
create a new feasible
then momentum is achievable
by letting the moment just be, believable

now watch in awe as the bullshit-filled excuses start leaving you!

example sample!

listen!

my best ideas come on the toilet and I’m going thru complications
because when creativity hits me, I give it so much concentration
that I leave the toilet with constipation
when I envision a star, I graph an entire constellation
and by time I’m done,
I’ve just orchestrated a beautiful compilation
but to see it through
I gave my bowels circumstantial condemnation!

this way I can make something that I call the shit!
haha, get it?!

you see?
to unlock greatness
sacrifice is the combination
for any successful operation
because true accomplishment is an occupation
birthed by mastering moderation
hesitation will only work to have your progress revolving through oscillations

but what would I know?
I’m just on the toilet reflecting on my observations
contradicting a process that’s needing me to let go of abdominal abominations
pausing on my poetically processed proclamations
because when it comes to time spent…
I’ve lost every hint of an approximation

but ayye,
you can’t fully contain nor measure the products of greatness
that transcend denominations
au revior! sending you this toilet stalled salutation :0

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Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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