THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Witty]

Your eyes say too much? bet if you look at my dick my size makes you blush, I get paid to crush lame dudes I'm Haysoos with a screw in my brain loose from smoking that angel dust, I'm a hate filled lush, life's a cocaine thrill, I take pills 'til my pains killed, too insane to trust. I'm just a regular bloke, negative, broke, decrepit and choked from life's repetitive joke, heaven is hope, hell is despair, I'm a felon too enveloped in my embellished abode ever to care, on the precipice of developed affairs, just a step on the stairs, accepting the stares of catholics and methodists who feel like heaven is theirs, but the only heaven of which I'll be a member is shared. I've said heaven 3 times in such a short rhyme, I guess it's on my weak mind - fuck it - snort lines, contort spines, we're living in divorced times, divorced from reality, ourselves, each other, and of course I'm, no different, just another soul livin' within a cold prison, overthrown by an overflow of these old 'isms', so many labels we don't know who we are, life is in limbo and we've lowered the bar, fuck being a poet ---- there's the line, see it? Now toe it, in order to be saved we're told the key is atonement, but do we need to be saved? We grieve and we pray instead of seizing the day, as the seasons move with the breeze, we're told we're heathens, bruised and diseased, leading the way towards defeat and decay. We feel stupid, inane, So we sip on booze, in the hope that truth is relayed through other means because being sober just feels useless, a waste. What's the point in living if this is all I can be? I want to be tall like a tree, I want to soar with the birds following a trawler at sea, I want to shapeshift and escape with my family from this makeshift reality, this fake shit has rattled me, I'm either gonna achieve greatness or die a number on a payslip, a casualty.