.:: Kafkaesque ::.

[Objective]

The twenties I got is all fours with potluck on the block,
shouldn't come as a shock I'm considered incredibly hot
although I'm certainly not as I blend in with the lot like Emily Scott.
No battles but I'm king of the plot if you'd give me a shot
and let the bulge on my crotch speak for the size of my cock.
I hear tick tock at the mention of glocks, bitch; I fish at the docks
and rap to have something in common with jocks. (Subtleties my art)
Ninja please...
That's what butter is for a start picturing the beats of my heart,
thin as a dart arrow yet narrow enough to be thick headed and smart.
I made friendly fire a chart then the percentage went up, the moment it stops
you realize you can't pay rent with props yet I blame it on pops
and exercise by running from cops - a stunning experience I suddenly dropped,
I never keep receipts to mask the guilt from the shit that I shopped.
If it actually chopped bills with cheap thrills I'd look down from the top.
Now I'm deep in the job, it surfaces as I take advantage of social services,
but truth is I hide that fact well due to severe anxiety and nervousness.
That's what a burden is: when you can't admit to yourself you need serious help
and say you got a creative outlet but all you do is writing reviews for yelp.
I'm a fish in the tank with Phelps and it's probably the last place to cross stitch,
always up to no good: I have fantasies about having sex during moshpits.
On this dry wash shit at the side of my office I'm procrastinating on Tosh skits,
just don't tell my boss this as I'm honest unless I brag about motorboating that girls posh tits.
Like a forum post novice I practice social norms at a local hospice with boring forms,
it's just another journey through dorms for old nerds that feel the need to perform.
You love the heat and I'm sure that it warms but your karma's going down now,
all because I got pissed at my messed up eyebrow
and other atrocities as luck doesn't come in trees or bottled properties,
it sure sucks when Kafka's stories is your personal prophecies...