Let me be the bane of your attention
Dividing it with wails and drama
Shoving my feelings down your throat
Knowing that its never as romantic as before
I know you know but I want you to know it again and again
Hear it from me on and on
The same words the same drama the same feelings

Caffeine and *****,
Your tears from youth,
These are my sources of strength,
I gain the confidence of a god when under influence,
A heart larger than Ghandi's when drowning in coffee,
Your cries give me reason and voice to stop ******* up and to make a choice

Pump me full of iron and lead
Shoot me in the head
Wait! I'm already dead
Police brutality it is
Irony is my fatality

Died from a figure of speech
From exercising my freedom of speech
Well life's certainly a *****
When your body rots in a ditch

Maggot ridden I am
While blue collar ****-for-brains
Parades for justice and truth
Order and peace? Well ******* sis

One liner supreme- that's my poetry
Hit you up like a punchline from comedy
A drama full gamma and sun rays
Oh the ways I paint-
To create art forms to fit your norms
In the form of letters and verbs
Contexts and clues
A cluster of intangible strings of words
That do worship and detest your lords
Overlords of poetry, hear me:
Be in awe for I write only for myself,
I can only give you a punchline straight to the jaw

The end.

Jobs that pay and jobs that don't
A passion to work in spaces of uninterest
A yesterday that's the same as tomorrow
A beginning carried over and copy pasted until the end
Stressing over the same thing for days on end
Working 9 to 5 in a pencil pushing company
Trapped in an endless cycle of routine and bore
Find me chaos, find me adventure
Take me out Dear Pathfinder in search of true passion and fun
I found my way then but it wasn't what I wanted
So take me away and make me lost for me to find myself again

I am a free spirit
Wild, young and free
With nothing to chain me down
I plow through everything;

Like a glass canon I shoot forth
Propelling myself, I bend light,
I bend truth, I bend rules to my whims

I mold, shape, and create chaos
In the forms of hazard and pain
To both me and others
I spare no victims in the chaos
I create, not even I

A glass canon is what I am
I break whatever the **** I can
Before I ultimately break myself