THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Vulgar]

I touch stones like an alchemist seer, amalgamate tier
Bringing to life forever wars; Joe Haldeman's fears
Dim city, soul sour for years, until he took a draught of powerful beer
Couldn't listen to his wife bickering or the albums revered
Top music countdowns and billboard image bombardments
Glove box love-me-nots, stillborns in the compartments
We're on a binge but it's artsy, grenadiers of paint, glistening harlots
who can't see the light, but also can't get rid of the darkness
I parted ways with visual partiality so I could delve in fully
Letting bloodshot eyes go about their self incursion
No self absorption, can you spell I-M-M-E-R-S-I-O-N?
Hey Arnold - were you the one that snuck through Helga's curtains?
Be honest now... or I'll tell your grandpa or the authorities
cause you've been busy getting handjobs from the sororities
Marvin Gaye was wise; he recognized us as dorks in a war of greed
Loiterers with horrid teeth, who chortle at Coraline