It's in verse
The moon is kinda beautiful.
but it's grey and hard fused into a useless tool
like modern Greek Comedy musicals.
Can't you see it's stupid, fool?
Let me explain to make it sane in your brain,
pick apart the conscious and vain to start with our pain:
It's the kink in earth's armor with the faith of Pearl Harbor,
a link to the birth of worthless drama like 'who cuts the barber?'
Sure i'll harbour transcendent thoughts in hard to open boxes,
where paradoxes come to light in spite of Witty's stupid foxes.
Moral codes got Chyeeaaa's laughing with pacifists that's loving boxers,
was it wordplay or some oxy's? Will the morons nourish ''doctors''?
Will we contradict our fathers as we self proclaim as bastards
to invent a certain ''others'' and go to therapy for brothers.
Can't you see that certain hazards illustrate a blackened passion
filled with rhyming and some action with a hint of my olfaction.
I'm the tree that blocks the moon and I know you see it too,
I was groomed into this fume that is zooming in your view.
It's what I am coming to, the dried up portions of a dude
that's forming into clues of plots where words and skies are blue.
I got more in store for you:
The seed of the pantheon of humanistic forces holds YOUR potential,
it's a chore but more eventful, even from before; our sun IS essential.
It's the gun to Self's credentials and with perspective it's oversizin',
so let's meet at Sunday night to see you climb on the horizon.
Me? I stick to references like Nietszche and M.Bison.
@
Innovator,
I'm the self destructive incinerator that votes for @
SELF Activate,
if you read between the lines it's my most abstract concept to date.
I'm the underscore to your question
<-- stricture it.
However, I'm clever if you can picture shit.
But the fact remains that no one can top it,
and fuck you if you think I didn't nail the topic -
failure is in words.
Rating is absurd.
(In nature, the reader is the mother to my needs,
where roots get nutrients or dry up as leaves of potential that'll crack the dried up earth where its siblings is formed as its former self will rise once again to shit where it sleeps.
It's all for nothing except for greed; and that fact is clear.
Mainly because we find ourselves
here
Year, after year,
after year,
after...
year.