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That's Deep is a spoken word piece from As I Look, a collection of poems about self and social re-creation by Mark Anthony Thomas. Released in 2000, on his 21st birthday, the book includes poems written as a teenager.

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That’s Deep

What makes a man deep?
Is it the fact that his thoughts transcend
the depths of the mental capacity,

Or is he utilizing the capacity of his creativity to make us think that the
Expectations surmount the limitations of our minds?

But does that make him deep?

Well look at it like this, you can think you’re deep
And be as deep as the water in the broken pool of a child
Making you really wafer thin and puddle shallow

But you’ll still have the nerves to still claim that you’re deepl

Then you have the commercial deep.
See, people thinks these folks are deep and they’ll
Ride the fame of the title all the way to the heaven of hype,
Not realizing that they’re caught up in a purgatory
Of self-indulgence and suffer from the expectation of expectation…

But that doesn’t mean they’re not deep?

Hell, You got a Nikki Gamma, an Edgar Rho, and Langston Eta.
Three filters for the common man compiled with those who commercially
Lift their founders - while the great one
Celebrates what their creativity innovates.
But then, we can’t forget the wanna-be-deeps,
Who decorate themselves like Christmas trees
With colorful ornaments and eccentricities
Not realizing that their beneficiaries

Will look back and smirk at when mama and papa tried too hard
To be too cool, but really looked like a damn fool
And now they have the nerves to tell us
What we can and shouldn’t do,

Shaping conflict after conflict, because they were caught up in
The conflict of trying too hard to go deep
And they don’t want you to repeat their mistakes.

But you haven’t answered my question, am I deep?

How ‘bout you flow down my shallow river,
Which will lead you down my lake of forte,
And you’ll levitate in my ocean of intellectual paragons,
And while you sway back and forth, in my liquid of innovative yet
Borderline psychotic thoughts, tell me if you’ll stay afloat.