'Scratched-N the Itch to Worder'

*Bro. Naajir's pen 'woke'
my 'word beast' lol yea... I thank him*



Wit, Pushed-Power pulsates
particular particles partial
to pretentious n' explosively
dynamic matter...

Predictin' probable protrusion,
impossibly the fusion of usin'
a Worderous  mind, includin'
these MYTHS, naives believe
in the fists, don't twist
the  mists' delusion...
as thoughts scatter, shatter...


Within these 'papered' shreds
verse sheds from former
vest of safely woven syntax
cocked n' loaded, heat
from the chest...

The Mass Worderer's returned
at the gropin' pen's humbled
request thru express...

I seize this disease-UN-rest
a mess,  eyes detest the bane
of misery...it's lack of wizardry
once backed into the 'black'
of liquid seas...

ball n' chained, still inclined
to stay bound... I'm unbound

Not confined to define
properly how to comprehend
a mind set free to upend the 'pen
spree' when it goes Massive-Me


Ass out, no doubt some will seek
to pass out pamphlets, scribbled
in gibberish glee, Oh gee...
"Like where can  I get this?"
blarin' out "I'm a witness!"

Shaken by the verse slaughter
many will never SEE

Their mouths slung open

DOA...lastest victims
of thy ostentatious desire
to just Worder thee...