High Signs

Everyone wants to stick it to public officials
Cuz’ it’s so hip to blow the whistle.
I remember when standing up as an individual
Meant a man could plan on being belittled!

Fully riddled, bullied into the middle.
No support and scoring the strong retort?
In school could send you to court!
Strong reports were a sign

There was more than a mental fortress to design.
But social developments to track and find.
I’ve said it before, with credit in store
Bled it in lore, a Physician of Sedition.

I whittled the hidden, carving bones
Into splarge’ing tomes, a Word Surgeon
Marveling at the tone that’s purging.
I’m talking about a live hunger for berserks.

A vibration of wonder that perks.
528 Hertz.
Miracle tone that clears my dome for work.
Realigns every road sign in the attic.

Stack pulses and crash it.
528 Hertz vibrates through bones in a fashion,
To get poems splashing.

Revealing hidden reels for the asking.
I’ve bled it in a track once,
Here’s the fast sum:
I’m a Doctor of Passion!

Here to perform an extraction
On conformist reactions.
Like this was Life’s last run,
So enjoy a fast orgasm!

Cramming in petit mort
Humanity’s on life support
Rife and short and I’m good for your hood
But bad for bedside manner.

Scalpels and hammers.
I see what’s lurking and diseased.
I didn’t come to convert you’se to me.
I’m just cleaning the germs out of the circuitry!

The Wyrm’s game is a circus, see.
Wyld is still a child.
And Weaver’s just the other half of reaver.

So if Trinity Balance and Infinity Challenges
Are as exposed as an atom’s valance?
I’ll fill the empty spaces with everything
That’s taking place in this!