Punk Blues

Do you think that I
Control what's inside
Walking contradiction,
Fool of the mind

She is a mix of
Footloose and punk blues;
A criminal taste
Which subdues, smooth moves

Running from the tide,
Feelings multiplied
Mental competition,
Soul homicide

I'm a king of cadavers,
Cheap chatter
Fallen from the ladder
Cos nothing matters

No longer tongue-tied
But much more capsized
Pale in-completion,
Cognate override.