[Certain]

None of you can match RIKOSHAY:

The canvas cries for nourishment
The tantalizing surface’s expanse invites the purest prints
I can’t describe the fervent lift a can of Krylon bursting gives.
My blast provides affirmative enhancement. I’m a muralist.
I handle mine with verve and grit to satirize a certain niche,
romanticize eternal bliss and advertise my fertile wit.
The standard’s high so first I sit and analyze the curves and dips.
It’s massive size. it’s girth ‘n width, demanding vibrant flourishes
I ran the lines to perfect pitch then scanned, with pride, my workmanship.
My status sign is pertinence.
The candid eye confirms my gift.
The canvas cries for nourishment.
Let passers-by interpret it
or classify it’s service if it pacifies their nervous twitch.
“To vandalize is purposeless and random crime’s the worst there is.”
My task defies their search for quips.
The fact is, life‘s a tournament.
The phantom prize is permanence but hands of time are merciless.
Some strategize to earn a win, I’m satisfied to skirt the fringe.
The canvas cries for nourishment.
A grand design emerges when my fancy flight is turbulent.
I travel light. I’m burdenless.
I’ve cast aside my hurt’s abyss, abandoned pride, deserted whims
and sacrificed superlatives to channel tides that surge within.
The passage rites I’ve earned are mixed.
My plans rely on earnestness
while asking why we burn a bridge when gaps divide the earth to bits.
We’re wrapped in lies for tourniquets and trapped inside a hermitage.
Held captive by conservatives whose appetites are murderous.
While “acting” right, we’re spurred to live in black ‘n white discursiveness.
Our savage plight’s preserved in brick walls stacked to heights that flirt with myth.
The canvas cries for nourishment,
it’s asinine to spurn it’s wish.
Prepackaged idol surrogates are past their primes and term limits.
I mastermind the terminus.
No last goodbyes when words are minced.
My passion rises. Courage whips and magnifies my urge to script.
Antagonized, I stir as this can lands in my determined grip.
I brandish lightning sure and quick.
This tag defines my personage.
My chance to shine is worth the risk.
The canvas cries for nourishment.