SAVAGE INK(pt 1)

Connected indefintely  
The metric system cant measure me  
Im too long
With a dangling ego  
My pen is too heavy in the game  
You couldn't pass the levels my mental is configured on  
Its Eating habits is like a python  
Wrapping the ink around  
 tight  
On my worst enemy  
Slithering close to my poetic friends  
I cant be the hair while the tortoise wins the race  
I'm curt in reply, when asked  
 is there room for one more as good as you?  
No, I dont suppose they have arrived yet  
Or  
if alive have they  
 even contributed thoughts that will get them considered?  
Statements I never retract  
Im filthier than a pigs back  
I go HAM  
In these sheets  
I can't be silent  
I can't be discrete  
I want everyone to know me  
By my leakes  
Now is a good time for you to get an uber  
 
I'm executing this page with  
No mercy  
I have the keys to the cage  
 
The mortality is more than a few  
As I sneeze I already said fuck you to the chosen ones in the pew  
Its hammer time  
I'm going to nail it in  
The best alive  
Written with a gel pen.
 
(Spoken word poetry Copyright of Red Curtain$ 2018)