[Mr. J]

I practice the Buddha palm while in a state of euphoria
ask what the point is as I begin to impale this sword in ya
I see through the games people play as I corner ya...
underdeveloped skill sets trust what they perceive in Narnia
lying in a wardrobe meant for a mean girl on hallows eve
attention is the common need, here I am...the anomaly
answering anonymously, rich in thought with verbal poverty
the issues are odd to me, and the pages didn't astonish me...
I sip tea under cherry blossoms...
then laugh at the casket foes are carried off in...
I think...very often
cross words after I dabble in mazes & Sudoku
what ailments hinder these idiots? I dont know too...
keep an ink cartridge close to turn any of em into Rorschach
tapping into their mentality til they stop, let me Morse that
building suspense without even slowing down to think properly
why force that rhythm they try to perfect? tell the shrink..honestly
if the Sphinx is watching me I cut off the supplier quick
put just enough down for most to admire it, another flow Im tired with.
they washed up. cling to static the same way the dryer did.
I was kicking it, poking a dying flame sitting near the fire pit
made the choir hit the high notes as I made it rain & bare a tone...
screeching from the owls nest as these mice try to share my home
something something, I dont care....Im ghost...