It's Just Me

Yeeeeeeah, I'll spill a list of funny spikes whenever I wanna.
Because I ain't no ventriloquist dummy like Obama!
Killing this and run on and on, ha and ha!
Distill my fist like Sykes-Picot as the cease for bombers!

I told just the core of the form.
Show us more flowing forum?
Go bust with no decorum?

As every dollar calls for:
Novus Ordo Seclorum!
Holler and scrawl more:
New Order of the Ages

I flew past the border on all my pages
Through laps of disorder I wiled away my rage
Clapped the floor for miles; every tile is my stage!

Cut and disrupt. Clown around. Deft flight. Adept and tight. Stay free. Baby sparks.
What corrupts? Pounded into ground. Hefty fights. Check your sights. Raise your glee. Crazy parts.
Up, up. Down, down. Left, right. Left, right. A, B. A, B. Start!
Crush what I touch. I'm renowned for clearing ground. Set to bite, wet my appetite, play me and be slayed for free. SNARK!

I have a tendency to jive...
But that rhyme was for 20 lives
Spendy tithes?

I'll turn each life track
Into a sacrificed strife attack
Spear in flow each hurdle back

And jeer 20 throws in a whirl real fast
Just like Cyrano de Bergerac!

Okay I should've lost EVERYONE by now.
If you could've got ANY sum that flies off my brow?
Then welcome to the Middle Path, where I whittle wrath!

And riddles get passed to invoke and annoint
A little toke on a joint
Because desire clears quick
When buzzing fire spirits click

Devout to dirty. And purging stress and inspected lies.
Mouthy nerd excessively runs the best ride.
Southside's version of Wesley from Princess Bride!

Trust in baiting, then quaking tracks
Enough waiting and all faking cracks
Buuuuuut...      “Some statements can't be taken back!”

I got the same warning from my Professor the first time I wiped my ass with the Patriot Act.
When the ink was freshly wet.

I didn't give a fuck then.
Now I give a fuck to the power of minus 10!

Pageantry tumblers of imaginary numbers, tracking to halt
The WORST way to crack a vault.

But that's part of a scene from one of MY dreams.
Yeah, it occurs I'm a bone-deep nerd!

Never atone for being disturbed...
But revel in the social freedom thereof
Coast to coast I've discovered and bared my love

Trusting my groove with nothing to prove
But reigning true over every claim I ever stained!
Containing blues, never feigning what's due, never strain!

Being sure to see isn't insecurity...

It's applying the Scientific Method unto OCD!

That's the free twist buzz shit!
That's the 360 of it!

Off my dome, croon with unrestrained gall
Even alone in a room I'll entertain a wall.

Spent my entire adult life wanting nothing more than to make yuppies bleed and women moan.
But life needs purpose. Or the hunger turns inward.

Whenever I choke or slack
Loki hijacks me right the fuck back
To wherever was left off...

So many friends have stepped into the same moment left behind years ago.
New game, new vision
New names, new decisions,
Still the same rhythm

Lilith tasked me with 30 purty rocks,
Asked for wordy shocks
Said “Loki, you've earned stature with your nerdy cock,
Now go master dirty talk!”

Her patter dropped near
As an afterthought, I could hear
Splatters of seeds popped in my ears

Each one chopped and speared...
(Like castrating Lilliputians!)
Uh, damn, fast make that one groove right in...

Unplanned, but uh, “I catch and make pea soup of 'em!”
Please let me lose some more on a spin
My steeze proves the lore within

Chatterbox, blast and rock,
What matters is locked
What splatters I chalked

Past the top like Ozzie said
“You're either in or in the way
Oh baby I don't wanna stop!”