I think I'm hilarious
you're just jealous
and to others you call me
overzealous

but you know I'm right
and to avoid being wrong
singing harder, instead just change
the song

you're going to be fine
it's just your time
to finally wisen up and
learn to rhyme

the song is more fun
when we sing along
even if the words
always come out wrong

a little bit of happiness
and a lot more patience
maybe can save this ****
instead of having to change stations

Be the author
Wrote the story
For the glory
Else be boring

Or dragged through
Mucky sinews
Of the blackened blue
Of fish swiming through

Tentacled masses
Hidden crevaces
Idle trances
Trumpet blassin'

Whoa den
Jodun
Giants among men

Frigged up Friday
Thorsday to helliday
Depth of hounds sound

Trumpets calling
Defenses falling
Rainbows be ballin'; catterwallin

there's a flipside to your rhyme
we choose the side we acknowledge with time
see that when we mainifest our curses
it's what we think we deserve - what's yearns in
we be really out here manifesting our wants
don't be there with your demons in taunts
be joy, be a boy,
no coytoyin'

140 characters
i ching
2 birds ****** on the wire
twerpin textual transfers tween the tethered typers
dun do dunbar
over 140-something it's had to find trust
in characters
orphaned
or
widowed
by the pack of typed faces and masked meanings
leading me on, em-dashing my mind

My girl *****'d up on a Friday. Thor's day has been garbage night on my block for a while (thanks for the reminder) dawn breaks on through, hoppin' mad through looking glass and where the sky meets the lake, so blue, what're lies, n what be true, really the answer is tween me n u

Oh my girl
I know it feels so rough
broken bones and tender bruises
aint no bluff

You're doing more than you know
it's just starting to show
no time to blow it
nor up.
get down.
with what is
you always knew it wouldnt' be easy
keep going, you're dancing, flowin' grliding, stop slidin'

like water, move like this. Ignore what's that?
Eyes on the road, trees = SMACK!

simplify it if you gotta
as long as they eye is on the prize and out of the gutter
the house was set ablaze long ago
the foof was on fire and were were meant to let it burn

we don't got clean water anymore.
trophies in the junkyard
and the downtrodden are no longer bards.
the songs got scripted a long time ago

voices, minds, and songbirds are all in tow
she resembles, ensembles have been bought and paid for
the tune is made of ichor and rot, played for us, siren songed us
lured into the depths of self.

tongues caught by cats and all in knots
tunes whistled through the air
through crevaces and cracks
even the stones began to sing
when the world went so out of whack

birds changing staccato beats
maybe ends were met

echoing new words through
the halls and words back to struts
sparrows and robins, the hood and new tweets