1:50AM Freestyle

eyes unite in dissatisfaction
   apathetic attraction
     we crave the contact
       crave the action


I stave off addiction with my pen,
hand on the 40 as i’m writing this hymn
singing my psalms off the palm of my hand,
this ink stained skin on demand
tattooing the world with my word of command, so here I stand
head haloed like an angel with dust,
I’m waiting on your table till you turn to rust
serving you I must but I’ll wait till I bust,
I’m the pie and you’re the crust
so get stuffed, pizza hut jabba ain’t got you butt,
your purebred and I’m a mutt
inbred ass bitch anemic and bleeding,
while I’m getting high as the ceiling
serving you these dishes I made with my dreams and my hopes
this bisque ain’t no joke, a soupy syrup of quotable notes
like lines on a boat tied so taut we can float
these knots that arise when I speak or I spoke
pretzel you up these ropes that I wrote
twizzlers of words like twisters of nerves
on your first day in court, the beat of your heart
you thought you were cool, thought you were smart
the taste of shame is tart and sour, lack of power
the hour has come to play your part to the hilt
the plot is written and the bits been cast
its all a play, you are doomed by your past
they’ll smile while you cry and never tire of pain
these snakes who inhabit the temples that gain
systems a sinkhole, survivors got priors
prey to the priests of porn and desire
only escape is to rise higher in fire
your dreams are drugs are fuel on your pyre
every coal will one day expire
entropy rules in the bog and the mire
life is a swamp this systems the flies
a disease sucking the life out with lies