I'm inbrain freakness. Untamed facetious game, loquacious and lame
With no spaces in name, doodling little rhymes mostly baseless, inane
Listening to Doolittle, The Pixies are flames but in a different vein
or zeitgeist than what most of your white lines contain, scribbled in vain
I'm on a literal game. Like, a lol-fest with a bit of disdain
for even attempting to compete with stilted jibberish slang.
Real life vicious as Cain on a bit of cocaine watching his bitch in a train.
Dry heave specialist, conniving nihilist.
Apathetic enough to not even breathe but just sigh at shit
with the amount of fucks given equal to an eyelash's width
I rap, I am sick. Etc. Same retreaded garbageness
I'm probably better than you, I just don't care to harness it
Passive agressive argument? (Yes). Just stare in dread or amazement
I love the fuck out of parenthetical phrases
(They seem to help flow and help transitional phases)
I drive a forklift.
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If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dreams
Where immobil steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back road stop
Could you find me?
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