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Laugh Shit Off, Move On

Rapid lobs of sabotage
Fuck dodge ball's route
How's about a hodge podge of call-outs?

War forms like Thor awoke crotchity
Take your best shot at me.
Before I was born I was ALREADY Loki of Literati!

Peddling bonds for meddlesome pawns?
Settle and calm, I steadily fare on
The very mettle my bones spawn

Is past a headful of bombs,
Dreadful balms, cred to moving the fuck on
Who forgot where this started?

Blue shots in art, true hot sparks,
Let's do this part.
Gelled to flak, Hell with that!

I was never be-spelled with the past!
But now I sit well and pat
Can't tell why my bliss is so vast?

Everything that's ever snapping in my chat
Is untethered swinging with what's happening fast!
Bring me more shit and I'll release held back tracks!

Don't try high school games, fooling my frames!
I'm spry and lucid and made to bust
So just like Daedalus, I'll unspool your whole NAME!

Not getting on with drama doesn't make me weak.
Means I play discreet. Bring more flack if you wanna
Steam up this beat! Bring your clout and blitz

I'm not proud of this, but I'm from Los Angeles
I can handle your shit!
Every angle shows more of your tics like social physics!

Nothing bolder than colder wrath
I folded the page over your path
Formed the origami to adapt

But I've been warm and honestly?
You could never conform with ANY of that!
Competitive twist of a half-grown

Stealth-only-in-denial, self-entitled child
Sanctimonious, so bent from ending it
(As to prod wrath, the god path,) extended

From ego-centric, co-dependent, beginning
To end, never amended for any bend
But choosing to stick with ICK, abuse-addicted

Talk real? Really? Caught a feeling and willy nilly
Got peeved and broken like Christopher Reeves on that filly!
R.I.P. Superman, just let it be, like a true man

Chalk it to my ability, I held back the illest fill of me
Full of wrath and shit but too empathic to truly
Get superciliously, uber-hypnotic, thrill-it-viciously-witty

Always felt like that'd be me mocking walking liabilities
Still stalking me, really? Competitively topping the still
Part, built hard state of my heart?

Guilty or betrayed or burned you can't tap this?
Or that I reached this internally happy bit?
For those who can't get over shit

Here's some over-exposure: GET WITH IT!

Whatever my vices, I don't need a pardon
Whatever you spy, you can just carp on
Take your shit and problems

Got sit and nod on em,
Choke on the odd sum
Like smoking laudanum!
Written by LokiOfLiterati
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