Skaggs field.

[veritas]

Try to convince myself that this isn’t time better spent in silence.
To combat the lust to bust on sex drugs and violence
Or how I testify to solely rely on the Most High’s guidance?
While still killing at will with skill beyond mortal contrivance?
So make it abstract:
A degenerates whooping cough in an alley way type of certainty
That I’m getting closer to death while at the same time eternity
Paradoxes abound. Check all the boxes.
I’ll be your clown, my reflection detoxes.
The enemy is taxes, but they still serve distraction.
If I call it creating does it justify the action?
Keep it metaphysical. This is philosophy. It’s art.
Even if I now choose to rhyme the word fart.
Add to cart.
Next day shopping for yesterdays shipping
Like the ripples as smiles of stone skipping
This is clone glitching.
So back to the start again, was your time wasted?
If so, was mine as well?
So then better to not write if nothing to say right?
But without the reps how is improvement in sight?
Here is my bridge to sell.
Let’s build it with toothpicks and sharp sticks and stock tips
Or floppy fish farmed by polar bear camps of labor
I guess in the end the point of the pen is to give birth to the smooth sweet savor.