QUARTERS: (3)Vulgar vs. (R)oats - (VULGAR WINS 5-0)

[oats]

product of science, history, and all the confinements
of social isolation in his college asylum.
academia believed he was a prophet, a giant
and possible tyrant - an acumen that gave them plenty cause to environ
the stalls of his mind in endless hallways of silence -
his only company: his sunken teeth in all his assignments.
all of the titans he spent his time with, tracing paltry designs
let his knowledge align until he forged a caustic alliance

Oppenheimer, Bartram, and Tesla’s endeavors
shared a pedestal with Lenin, ELF and Nebuchadnezzar
every lesson he attended beckoned general lectures
from Mensa’s resident members and academic professors
his sentiments resembled bits of predecessors he adopted
...if they melted in a pot and reassembled together
deriding industry elitists, plastic/metal defenders
he promised Earth a show it won’t forget - and never remember

a clever agenda, he awoke to the snores of the city’s sleep
no broken window or picked lock could imitate his instant speed
physical limitations - the loophole of modern industry;
the quickest groove to every living room was electricity

buzzing aqueducts, a subtle path he walked to exterminate
the eco-guerilla! wreak and instill a release of this urban weight!
an electrical infected flow of seedlings dispersing fate
till every cubic inch became an ether to germinate

no peace in this stern display - stranglehold carnage
plants multiplied, the city overran by its karma
once the screams evaporated, stood a man and his art:
he turned Babylon to a Promised Land, hanged by its gardens

stacks of apartments cultivated into traps where Venus flies
for on the opposite dock of fear is often where her freedom lies
the machinery of greenery was oiled and fertile -
Now I am become life, destroyer of worlds
the reimbursement of Earth from what humanity purchased;
cuz buildings can only grow when there's cracks in the surface