Clippet

why am i not more clear,
up to my feet,
in the heat that i fight with my own fire,
it contains me,
no h-subscripted-2 in sight,
plain and clear,
transparent like the latter,
still being poetic like the mad-hatter,
it's affecting my bladder,
lyrical release hosting a pituitary malignancy,
had to take another path,
but for this short oracle,
i shall be obliged by human nature to remove ambiguity,
this is hard for me,
but my mask is off,
and the collection as we speak collecting dust,
so here we go,
basking in anonymity,
with the profound ability,
to harness the traits of the dominant psyche,
godly!