I can feel the pressure behind my eyes
Truth lies
Personality disguise
The simian rambling of false truth and uncouth Mr.’s who dismiss
Logic and progress and cash in
On pop cult and subjects that regress all success
On issues that unite
Too busy on the rewind to digress on all matters of intellect
I write like this to dismiss their irrational international
Call for fame in art
One dots the chart
A dart on the bull’s eye
As a bitch for the rich and stand tall as if they’re the shit?
In all matters of poetry periodically remind me that they’re dead to me
Illiterate ignoramus to the smart man and a scourge to the poor man
A virus amongst a strange youth looking for role models amongst clowns
Did this take long, prolonged thoughts to try to find a syllable?
to label and lambaste my target of what is and what they think there is?
Never, niet, nein, negatory
This shit ain’t literary purgatory
A nursery rhyme
