Wednesday, December 3, 2014

"Organically Grown"

Eccentric vibrations, a delicate inspiration
One step at a time as I climb, perspiration drips
An exquisite form, improv existence, not known to follow scripts
My performance requires no applause, all that is sought is at my fingertips
King of my circumference, need to find a queen to birth a prince
The circuits are twisted, some circumstances will make the toughest being come to grips…
You may not be fully equipped to maneuver around the bullshit
Slide in through the sides like a mullet while you hiding in the bushes
Lover boy, batty boy, talking all that player noise, falling for any fatty boy
Tired of these outtakes, I murder these phonies without any foul play
Like flowers at a grave site, in due time, ferment like moonshine…so enjoy today
Constantly progressing, some say that I’m ill minus thee infection
Almost committed suicide I was a C-Section
Skipped school half of the time still graduated a scholar
You can keep your top honors, I am now officially a farmer
Organically grown, flawless while I watch you pause in place like a comma
Brain waves are violently clashing, what you see before you is the resulting trauma

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