A Horse With No Saddle

I'm ready with a pen    
For the enemy within      
It takes ten of me to begin    
      
There's invisible people      
Living in evil      
     
I ll throw a crow at a chair      
In order to know the despair      
That's straight up grown like a 🍐 pear      
     
I hold like a vise      
And transform any mobile device      
Seeking to fuse control of the eyes      
     
There inside me, I gottem      
The should have been arriving in autom      
They disguise them as rotton      
     
My concern is severe      
I need a thermous of 🍻 beer      
To determine what year      
     
I think it is      
As I try to stay in sink with bliss      
     
I'm concerned with hate      
Not a seed I want to germinate      
To turn a fate      
It won't wiggle like a worm, it's great      
     
When I spin the bottle      
I definitely extend the throttle      
Through the wispering wind, emortal      
     
I want to cancel the door      
As the gas pedal extends to the floor      
Creating the suspense i ador      
     
I wish the haters would try to forgive      
Life's short but people still die, and then live!  
     
Without the erotic      
I'm still stuck as a product      
     
That's ready to move    
Blazing chronic    
     
With out upsetting the groove      
Instead of having a hand, there's a hoof      
Hater want to deaden my move

All if you laugh
While I try to follow a path
That is more solid then math
     
But, the cattle is torn      
When deep within the battle is born      
A bull without a saddle or horn