The Return of The Poet Freak
I've come back
this time with a yarn full
Let's end stupidity here and get ride of the barn fools
I sense the humidity here is that of a bar stool, intoxication is common, don't drink with the wrong tools
I've come with sharp words that crash like death from above
Yet create a flow equivalent to the flight of a dove
My might is of night an it's lust
my words are of fights in the dust
**** with me, and at night I will come
To terrorize then surprise with a rush
They say I have no access
All I need is your first name,
email or IP address
Your location can be found
habits can be studied
Once preparation is complete,
I will attack with no sound
unbounded pursuit, my well grounded efficiency is
complemented by proof
Gaze at my past history
words silently slaughtered in victory
My code of honor is made of dignity
My coat of armor is coated with words of potency
No witnesses needed, you can be apart of this 1st degree
****** I hope you scream ****** ****** Whenever you decide to breath
I've written to many ******* poems
I hope that you can see
These words are nothing but text reflected upon a screen..
These words are nothing but a message relayed upon a stream
Of constantly moving data that's scattered for all to see
My mental anomalies injected into the net via tech that is obsolete
Visual vacancies filled with verbal alliterations, attractively sound good
To current generation
Generation Text, Hexa-Decimal
Generation **** You #SuckMy Testicles
Generation I've learned code in middle school
but thats nothing it's just minuscule
I could spit a rhyme colder
then any individual
The eruption of my vocabularies volcano is visible
My concussions due to rhyming words over percussion are critical
These are my final words in the land that is digital
The poet freak is back, this time with words that are more cynical
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC
The Return of The Poet Freak
I've come back
this time with a yarn full
Let's end stupidity here and get ride of the barn fools
I sense the humidity here is that of a bar stool, intoxication is common, don't drink with the wrong tools
I've come with sharp words that crash like death from above
Yet create a flow equivalent to the flight of a dove
My might is of night an it's lust
my words are of fights in the dust
**** with me, and at night I will come
To terrorize then surprise with a rush
They say I have no access
All I need is your first name,
email or IP address
Your location can be found
habits can be studied
Once preparation is complete,
I will attack with no sound
unbounded pursuit, my well grounded efficiency is
complemented by proof
Gaze at my past history
words silently slaughtered in victory
My code of honor is made of dignity
My coat of armor is coated with words of potency
No witnesses needed, you can be apart of this 1st degree
****** I hope you scream ****** ****** Whenever you decide to breath
I've written to many ******* poems
I hope that you can see
These words are nothing but text reflected upon a screen..
These words are nothing but a message relayed upon a stream
Of constantly moving data that's scattered for all to see
My mental anomalies injected into the net via tech that is obsolete
Visual vacancies filled with verbal alliterations, attractively sound good
To current generation
Generation Text, Hexa-Decimal
Generation **** You #SuckMy Testicles
Generation I've learned code in middle school
but thats nothing it's just minuscule
I could spit a rhyme colder
then any individual
The eruption of my vocabularies volcano is visible
My concussions due to rhyming words over percussion are critical
These are my final words in the land that is digital
The poet freak is back, this time with words that are more cynical
