Propane

At the heart of this art there’s a tartness that fits like a harness/ Put those pieces and bits together to finesse and furnish/ I’m breathing in the flesh here I go out of my mind in a flash/ I’m teeming to tout and sprout my divined intertwined lines/ It’s seeming I rhyme like a purified water spout your out and spew that brine slime/ Got your wit salt saturated so stop and sit then you sulk as it's curated/ A lot to shoot at with a pot to balk at after who’s muck was berated/ Solely for the souls I’ve created I’m having hopes slated/ Slowly and strategically I strain to pain these pages/ Painfully went through stages coming from outrageous cages/ Plain prayers I ploy practically as I plan my poises/ Prone pigs pricked at prose posed to oppose the pose that’s proposed/ Like propane with no flame, yeah that’s a good name as I’m a pro at pain/ I know lanes to strain the games as I’ve stained my own old game/ Had to re-tame and re-frame as I maintained to refrain/ I’m telling you now blame clowns nobody can pain me like KRG. okay G?/ As I am schooling you louts I hear your shout/ You’re a few letters short for your jacket/ Just get jagged but don’t get it twisted/ I won’t fret fracas flasks flashed in the past/ Forgetfulness forgotten as the factious family fractions be flapping jokes/ Forever flipping flops for flimsy folks/ Don’t be a fiend friend and find faith tokes