Hours of Development

Hours of development I stay in,
For every chop I laid in.
So much anticipation time waiting

For rivals to climb to super Saiyin!
Your very arrival should make a statement.
When quips hail, that's a hip trail

Spreading out what you let out,
Spry latent vectors gracing
What's left in place like when a ship's wake begins.

Oh you get off on slaying? Stop playing!
Whenever I bop I devour power elements;
Cutting into these hours of development,

Buttressing release and testing with Hell's sense
Showering with sulfur pellets for all tense
Char stains read true, disrupting sprees to spin

Maintaining crude with brain food so from gluttony I remain thin!

I even grumble vividly, gunning piddling free
Get you stumbling shiftily,
Turn your magic into fumbling wizardry!

As in if you splarge as well?

I'll turn you into Gargamel!
Blare a sick verse 'til I'm blue in the face
Like Heretic Smurf distributing a fray!

Bear with my list, as it curves
Collective Unconscious contributes every day.
I step on it and slide...

Like the Doodoo Shoe Ballet!
Shuffle step roll, trust my breath control,
Rough tests made me whole, bust from my chest,

Calmly exceptional spin, omnidirectional fin...
Shark under the surface!
I got sparks of thunder in verses.

Post-Apoc I might plunder hearses!
That's just a jocular wager.
But if it makes you nervous?

Fuck off! I can't stop my capers.
Bliss takes purpose?
Luck rocks. Wisdom's vision yields better crops than papers.

Subtext missive if you just heard this.
Such talk. Wetter from top by layers.
And yet it sticks, learn this!

Touch and walk. With this untethered animator!
If you stress my licks? Turgid?
Cluck and box. I'm a competition agitator!

So here's the punji-stick trick emergence...
Social purging hopes the detergent
Will cure the urgent undercurrent

Of a silver tongue, sharp wit
Splitting quips, switching hips,
Slipping betwixt lips...

All four... Always you get me wanting more...
Fill up on blind feeding, naughty gelling,mangling voices that stun
Until the mind reading, body melding, and animal noises run

Because I can be many things. But I can't be a quiet lover.

So my spendy ring came from a night above.
Any cling that might still give a buzz?
What I bring is sliced from how I live, the life I love.

Sling it tight, the Tao is the rib, Adam sacrificed 'cause
Listening to the night as I did, practicing honest observance?
Transcending duality opens the Cosmic Current!