looking for a place to find my peace of mind
I speak in riddle-like rhymes
that say a bit about me but my speech impediments are a self-inflicted edifice of pound cake
and giving all the ground space
I'm tipping
the scales at 140, ain't no one in sight looking for me
flipping a coin
I write like they saw me, but I'm really still forming an opinion while longing
for the rack and pinion piston
whatever it is I'm flipping
got my minions on attack
so I defend what I got hidden
that's a matter of match
whether or not I press a statement
impress upon my face an expression that states
I made it to some place
so no one looks for my shaded hate
taking away a book and a page
a jacket, a pad, and some bait
go fish for the card I make
my business is a sizzling affair
like eggs benedict I'm a traitor to the fair
trade a playing card
my pocket monster's staying hard
no pocket lint, just change in it
keep a changeling clean while he makes image
scheme my way around a finish
tell it like it is, abrupt and dim wits
I pluck a feather, live with a weathered plant, dead
pick three, little lotto please pick me
brittle
applicable to little
petite
like my placating vent of bubbled up heat
I bleed through my skin holes
they make it seem so simple
it goes on forever
levitate my pay grade
so minimum wage rises
while the cost of living stays high
with the populace
masses are asses for politics
I majored in nothing and everywhere
yet who will hire me to roll up my cuffs and stare into piety
pair up with a pie and chow down
my favorite it apple but i also like that chocolate cream shit

try again to refit the same words in reason
the pain hurts but we did what ways work for days lived
get paid dirt and stay with the parents who trade work for days been
never get back
mail off your hit track
never hear back
never here?
sounds better to me
always busy
never to be seen
maybe dead
rumored about
when the nail gets hit upon the head
bent out of shape
replace with another likeness
wonder where he went
maybe finally the right fit
boom
burn away the simplex
study it careful
and turn away from syntax
semiotic language
metaphors to hang with
similes and similarities
you get smells
I stare for free
hell, I wear my free
not a patriot
I fail to believe in our system of checks and balance
one bounces, another's just a ballast in a ship bound to sink
captain abandons his boat to have a drink
supposed to really think about it
but there's no end game
everybody dies
no one gets to send blame
got the yarn spinning
all around the men and
who's arm is it
wrapped around the minute
it begins
I pin it up on walls where no one watches
and boards blocked with flyers of mock shit
it's all this and nothing more
here i come, up knocking upon your floor
got the yarn spinning
all around the men and
who's arm is it
wrapped around the minute
it begins