THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

Call me the addiction the way I abuse who you are
Imagine how drunk off the flow they are when I flew through bars.
Stabbing voodoo arms with a needle.
Let dreams mislead you into the cathedral.
Praise one, sin but beg for forgiveness.
Sacrilegious in the hands of this horrid witness.
I abhor specifics but on with the boring business.
Spend minutes on a page for your hours of rage
Seek the power in pain as time devours my brain.
I scoured the range of pathetic palindromes escape
Tylenol getaway with a glass of milk, catacombs escapade.
Sunken in TV dish microwaves, useless telethons & cycled pay.
Look to what the surivors say. Wicked ways & a tired face.
Useless rhythm and calculated cynicism...
Arithmetical wisdom on a weird way to pimp the system.
Jokes on them for succumbing to normalcy
If it's boring to me roll the dice and pray to the whores you seek
Carry protection whenever you fight that war in grease
History wrapped in the subtext jumbled in the unrest.
Upchuck what's next before I Bellow about your fun head