Pure Hate/ Words on a dinner plate

A spoken word,
 Is nothing,
 But a spoken verb,
 So I speak my words,
 And decide on a open turn,
 Of endless words,
 Verbs,
 Adjectives,
 And pronoun's,
 The words you speak,
 Is profound,
 You have been reannounceed,
 You're acting like a duch now,
 All the profanity,
 It is so impure to me,
 Can't you see that I am periodically,
 time counsuming,
 Your words to me,
 Is wasting time in this room,
 See you ask me,
 if you running across my mind,
 No,
 But you are running across my time,
 Yes,
 You are wasting my time,
 I have places to be,
 With a desert sky,
 I'm in a worm hole,
 With no soul,
 So should I turn cold?
 No, so I fold,
 Playing poker,
 So I'm in hell,
 Devil solider,
 Swallow me whole,
 Swallow my soul,
 Call me bold,
 Call me old,
 Send me to hell with my soul,
 I feel no pain,
 Because I am strong,
 Detroit.