Phyve Hun Dread

i’m heading with a reckless abandon,

now;

into the gaping maw of post five hundred

with a perilous and relentless glee

with deference and a secret strength

born out of a thousand empty broken dreams

and enigma made of spokes and schemes

a partial palatial puff just smoked it seems

and like a fat smile stoked and coked on laser beams

do i need to be profound

do i need to majestic

i fail to see, how the less of me; the less i be

the less broken potty mouth dyslexic

i just wanna get in make a noise and a mess

leave a couple of nice hard to remove stains

make an incredibly loud and over the top exit

leave it all to the high pay grades and the brains

work it like a morbidly obtuse chair bound pro

twerk it like six asses all set and ready to go

Kirk it like i’m really Spock lad

jerk it likes it's the only toy you ever had

is this is my opus or my swansong

is this my freedom or my cage

or just more wandering, scattered lonely thoughts

that i was able to put to pen and page?

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