THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Split]

Write the following a thousand times:
Accounting for lies, love, loss, nothing inside,
One toss with dad would've cut ties with the noose,
I'm lost refining crude truth, photobox flash, Kodachrome,
Motorhome past, grow an oak casket, giving tree laughing,
I'm a symmetry savage whittling rhymes to match the before and the after,
Psyche, I'm grinning a knife in your back. The sun's a shifty bastard.
Hyping the livery of farmers to thin little threadbare dividend factors.
Till the earth's spinning on axis rips the flag off my rafters.
Cussing a curse. Drugs taught me lessons I decide not to learn.
Fronting life as a wordist, lust coming in blood spurts,
I tell her I love her to pathetics, hopelessly immersed,
the text break up's words feel AUTHENTIC unrehearsed,
Fucking over love, fucked lovers over, birth eventuality,
Tragedy tally adds up to sober and curdling apathy.

Stop rhyming about these things.
Guess you have to stop living them first.