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My mental anomalies injected into the net via tech that is obsolete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 ******* #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