Punchline

Posted by on 9/14/2025 5:45:54 PM
Husband died in the accident Daughter too, me myself and I Are all that's left blood fused Starter cap with ego, a caplock P-O-S Locked up for manslaughter for causing the wreckage Used to be very skiddish, learned tellin' on myself is snitchin' Lunchtime wasn't heaven was it, not till I hit back Became a quiet enforcer followin' the headless Once was a Stan, but we all start that way I used to just write stories and hide away Come at a face smilin' who talked sideways Got out and started macabre last January By February I had been told it was a man's game Well anyone that knows me, knows I'm collectin' agency But a railroad of hate was made Next to this were the false religions Lost in mistranslation to English Muffins for the cherry pickin' Two groups immediately for language And my genitalia, add in I was shitball, hallelujah Problem solves itself, grief churnin' the spells Curses deliberately cast in the mirror I'm completely aware how I lands here Sleep most my nights with a pistol to temple Can't pull the trigger, I wish I could/would/should Then Shay-oot spoke cuttin' the asphalt "We'll write poetry and then it'll make sense" Pandora has been with me ever since then Not tough or dangerous or anything People don't realize that they are facin' her Not me, she likes competition, doesn't do what I say She writes through me in the liminal space In-between the seamstress Hunting Solivagant for Sukha while she writes I'm not okay, but no one cares, so I stopped giving a shit Thirteen months later I tricked my brain into believing it The part I find fascinatin' is my hand, attitude, all unique People call me fake, what are the perks, non-fini So I quit everything but this right here, till I fade I only trust me and became a one person army A-K-A Juggernaughty, and that's how babies are made I breathe in the reek of depravity My spider senses tingling like a heroin high Splatterdash obscenity and beauty A dreadnought vice piercing the veil of civility My beat's rhythm a bleak litany in want and spite That Citizen Jane of Madness reporting live from the frontlines Mayan on the times, darkness and light - Yin and Yang balance Ikigai I still have dark days - holidays mostly Used to care about life, now I long to die Just to see the sparkle in my little girl's eyes We all are performing our last scenes The rest are in denial - I'm a product of my environment Modernland - isn't she spectacular Yeah, with a Xanax, and I hate pills My only medicine is the pen I write words that don't matter to anyone Is what it is - author isn't dead, yet We all have dreams I suppose At the end of this run, I know mine will be fulfilled Back to this fuckin' show - the projector reels roll Death is beautiful - I paint what I know - Makabré Not much of a rapper, I prefer heavy-metal Button eyes are the flashback of my cherub's Wide as Iku pulled them tight Surrender to the tunnel That cheap fluorescent bulb humming over a stained motel toilet Fuck the light I burrow into the shadows Darker than the devil, he needs fire to see Burning time till that sweet release Horrifyingly real and that isn't going to change Fuck societal sensitivities Shake this matchbox till I hit the grave Hate will only make me great And motherfuckers HATE me All I hear is killing it, bébé I enjoy the camaraderie but... just saying Know what you dine with I'm not your average bear Crimson porridge, shaken not stirred Smooth as whiskey with no chaser Wish it could be different, but that's wishful thinking Me, myself, and I became an us Loneliness is my confidante Only takes one wrong swing Then the punching never stops Till you do Hope you enjoyed my origin story Long but... every detail was crucial Rawhide against their ostracize I don't right rhymes I write abattoirs Silence always follows I'm forever thankful for my community (For 'high' critique)

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