Underappreciated.
 

My spark plugs are blown. Is someone home?
I'm trying to get my life up and goin'.
From dusk 'til gloam, I'll bust my butt and roam,
trying to function alone
with nothing but a crusted bone and this fucking poem.
Ready to cut a throat like a young Capone.
Trying to better my reach as I work to touch the throne.
Predators creep ahead of the weak, but I serve and protect.
So let's settle this beef with a murderous bet.
Yes, I'd prefer to the death. I'm winning either way
and would certainly get the perfect event if the tourniquet bled.
I deserve some respect, yet I work and I sweat
and take the perks of each check to the Perkins for eggs.
I'm always here, Mr. Dependable with the irreversible debt
and a landlord who isn't curbing the rent.
About to burst with regret.
Would that nervousness end with a funeral?
No one ever forgets the beautiful.

I fukken loved it! ill! Keep it up

wow! You're really snappy with words mister Serpent.

I liked the switch and variety of flow comparable to the subject matter at hand without sacrificing literary elements in a safeguarded stanza.


They don't forget the beautiful, that is true.

Yeahhhhhhhhhh, loved it, slick flow, buttersmooth, reminded me of early Em in parts around the "reverse this debt" section - which is no bad thing, just happened to notice it.

short and sweet. real enjoyable read

our styles are madd similar though - we should collab, bro.

keep that pen moving!

was gonna say the same thing, very reminiscent of slims 'rock bottom' track

had a slow start and then went pretty nuts. good read, im a fan

Sgt. Serpent, much like you to bring an opaque offering to this sturdy aquarium. Just solid content all around. Not rough around the edges.