Feeling gutty in the middle of the cut

     stone

Slumped over with a treacherous hunch

     bones

Molten metal marrow, oil, coolant and blood

     growth

More like chicanery, leveling up to overpowered
To jamming the hand cannons taking potshots at cell towers

     ghost

Tracks sound eerie through the frigid fog
That yell, was it sasquatch or bullfrog courting bullfrog?

     post

Posted up on the corners, mugs lookin' mean
***** sidewalk questions if it's ever been clean

     gold

Are we little bits of carbon waiting to turn to gemstone
Or are we really just coal for the furnaces that feed the stacks of smoke?