[Mr. J]

I stress odor, the smell of defeat, a fresh soda.
fizzle & pop, I'm carbonated and hard to step over
have a mentos in your diet cola, have a blast..
help like you had a hand dipped into dapper Dan
handy hamper man, dirty laundry, flooded rooms
due to inception all of my dreams busted through..
a corrupted screw, stripped of all validity
waiting for the instruments of my soul to produce a symphony
but I rather play the game differently
Say what you can, its all stones & sticks to me
a calculated truth from my mobile...
to infinity