Mind twist

I write this chef d'oeuvre just like a song.
So the readers may have something too sing along.
Inspired by a hit of my bong,
I write and tell my view of the world.

So twist your mind dear readers
as I lay Ink too thick white lines.
Do not be fooled by these rhymes
for my book is full of signs of crime

Surrounded by the American dream
It made me become envious of certain things
Intrigued by the sheep who scheme
I set out in the search of my dreams

I am a young frank Abagnale
With a smile that could cast a spell
I enter the world of writers,
with stories from the deepest parts of hell

To tell the stories that I have seen in the darkest cell

My time has come!
I rise from the slums.
I m an American bum
Poor inspired by Poe!

I grab my pen planting my seeds,
a different style, yes that indeed.
I watch my oeuvre grow.
Mind twist is but a show,
Just like the raven was once before.

So Explore and adore for there is still some more.
This chapter may come to end ,so will my crazy antics .
But the real stories begins.