Geoffry grew up a G, but his team played him as soft
Got cased up in his teens, took time delayed in a stall.
Would not screech yell or scream, but he could paint, tint and draw
Geoff spent his days set in intrigue, and traced him a boss.
He had first spotted his mentor, stone-faced playing hearts
Playing wasn't the right word, one doesn't play from the heart.
He had saw the quick movement, set the sun to its spark
His paragon's bruteness moved like music in pitch dark.
A lion among cheetahs, which doesn't need to roar
Liar among cheaters, leave lying the cleanest corpse.
His mind was the meanest, been steeped in schemes that bleed more...
...red, in the same degree than the biggest Supreme store.
Geoffry took to his side, followed direction and learned
The best weapon's the mind of the dejected, unheard.
Never affected by whatever occurs; assured-
Paying attention to every sentence and word.
Playing affection for dependence and worth; alert-
For breaks in deception like a pickpocket or perp.
Geoffry reminisced about the snitch neighborhood kids
He then began to think about his friends where he lived.
Each person's character, their aptitude, and their wit
Their attitude, who could pass as food, and who would quit.
Upon his release, he let the beast out from its cage
Inhaled his last breath, stagnant air, refreshed and depraved.
He could feel the air tense, as they circled round each way
Geof foresaw this, deep in his drawing of drowned seascapes.
They'd smelt his foul stench, his flesh, his thoughts clouded his brain
hypnotics the Nautic when meditated for days.
He’d marauded, fought death, and penetrated its gaze
so, when the sharks set target on Geoffry as some prey
he posted on his peers acting chummy with brusque bait.
Peer to pier cut and paste, Geoff met his threat unafraid.
Sink or swim, Geoffry crept in the frenzy proud and trained
pulled his plunger, and got wet emptying out the drain.