Resignation

[PancakeBrah]

leagues back my granddad shook hands with lepers
now all I got are trite words like "nothing lasts forever"
relapsed pretender of finding honor in searching
through the wrinkles between freedom's lies and honest internment
wandering merchant, wasting time still pondering purpose
while I wait in the checkout line to buy some laundry detergent

while every hope and dream you have is whittled down to "possibly"

Highlights, to me.

VERY SELF CRITICAL. The verse was critical of itself, even. A realist look, maybe even dour. I liked that you didn't just take the opening line from dead man's open mic but also alluded to it with the 'wax crescent wax poetic' phrase and the outright double mention in the second verse. The first verse was stronger than the second. I think the first verse felt more natural, and the rhyming a bit stronger, but both were good. Strong technical open micering, with good content. Thanks for the read!