THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

Straight out the card deck I'm hard pressed
Taken others lightly as I wade through the darkness
Chew through charred flesh
Deliberating future conquests
From the jump I've been beyond heads
Others tend to bungie without the harness
Got em watching for Autumn concepts
The pump can spice up your life
Bring you out your shell, cup your strife
Other times what's in store will up the price
What they want more is to subsidize.
Sadly that's not how one decides to cut them ties
Rushing by knowing the fucked up twice.
Thrive on mishaps, go tit for tat with this trash
That trash, anything they choose to bitch at
It's a mismatch of ideals in the mishmash
Wires crisscrossing what they hint at.
Whose to say what's committed
What type of action is going to fit it?
If it's in the journey then fuck the distance.
Ran triathlons in minutes.
Gave the long jump to a midget
Dissect squares with a compass
Stroke of genius in a divot
Buried beneath what was meant to be
Burnt out medically
Carried on by the recessive gene
But dominating boredom successfully