Light Trick

I could be immediate

I could be definitive

I could be the lyrical equivalent to winning it

Incinerating your overcompensating ass with wise cracks

‘Cause you’re half-caf and I’m all that and more on max, lightning fast

Packing fat stacks not of cash but of contacts

It’s who you know and I know me so that ain’t half bad, in fact

I could be the sweet and sour to your chicken shit rich kid hitched kicks

What’s the use in shoes you don’t use who are you fooling with all that dickishness

Afflicting our ears with a plague of vague tricks a mile-wide but barely an inch thick

Which never hit on hits but picks which hits to inflict with your shit

Featured like a reboot of a flick that bills a billion but never gets it

So sick of your witless insistence on stickin’ with only what fits in 

Your back account

Amounting to surround sounds that’ve been around since the millennial countdown

Centennial shout-out, ‘cause I’ve got a hundred reasons to get loud now

Shut you out without a doubt I’d be improving the view

Who are you to say you knew who you would be proving it to

I’m just here doin’ the do while your foolish construing ensues

To ensure black and blues meet the eye of your ear

Just peek this beat, yes see here to see, hear, and fear

Your maker has made your case vacant, you’ve been too complacent

I’ll take it, I’ll shake it, break it, then remake it 

I’ll find the lies then finalize new lives on which I’ll stake it 

We know we ain’t shit 

Just idiots who ideate shit

Still stick to sick spits 

Like a whipped whip 

Ya’ll like this and roll with it 

I could be definitive

I could be immediate

Why Does Everyone Hate or Forget Me

Another day done, another night lost

Another week, another month, another year tossed

Into the pot of my experiences and left to simmer

Not swimming just treading water 

Like a hamster with a salt-lick 

I wish you were awake when I got home

Been scratching on my arms ‘cause the walls are too cold

Been empty for a while but my belly’s getting bigger

I’ve got no energy for moving so I don’t get any thinner

I’ve got no more friends just texts not sent

And the world spins on without me 

The only thing I’m good at is getting older 

With as little effort as possible 

Yet it still feels like I’m running up a hill 

Every second I try to breathe

There is no compensation 

You don’t want truth just confirmation

There is no faith to save me

Just the mockery of a manger baby

Truly Inspirational

Be who you wanna be
Become a you who's somebody new entirely
Make an imaginary backstory for the life you'll lead
'Cause a fresh identity can come so easily
If you just be who you wanna be

My every conversation will
Be truly inspirational
Just invoke and I'll have spoke something sensational
Insatiable will they be
Over me, who's confrontational
But only as I need to be and so fairly
Honest—Why?
Because I won't need to lie
I'll be mysterious even if I've nothing to hide
Not so serious but never on the sillier side
And quite contrary, but never very
Solemn but not scary
Courageous 'cause nothing scares me
Buoyant never, overjoyed though and clever
All together, but never tied, ties never severed only by goodbyes
An all-weather sort of friend, but never just a sort of friend
The sort of friend who'll help you mend, ascend or descend to your level when
You need a shoulder or a tissue, you all will miss me, though if I miss you
Will be a quaint abstraction, though it ain't fashion, I'll be dashing
Flashy but not flashing cash, enacting smash hits without ever clashing
Bashing boredom, never bashful, implored by hoards to teach a master class
Smart but not a smart-ass, though I can be a smart-ass if the mood asks
I'll tackle tasks like a linebacker and hulk smash some graham crackers
Give whiplash to some swell marshmallows who fell in with your candy ass
I'm a prize like cracker jacks, eating apple jacks out of the box for a snack
And finishing it off with some more dope ass s'more slash fics
Take some pics, 'cause this fire's more camp than hot dogs on a stick

An Actress

Used to make out with an actress

On her college dorm mattress

Under the covers, I’d love her 

Hoped the RAs wouldn’t catch us

Practice rooms, we’d be locked in

On the piano, her stockings 

The lights out, as I went down 

Her voice went up a few octaves

We watched the film Moulin Rouge 

She felt like a warm deluge

Play with her hair everywhere

Her breasts and me feel so huge 

We watched the film Book of Eli 

While her body made me high

Wrapped in knots of her body

She made me cum for the first time

Went on walks to the shoreline

Held her hand and she held mine

Took a chance on a glance 

Like looking into the sunshine

Cupid’s a-bomb had hit us

No one ever could get us

Talk the past, see through masks

The future will not forget us

I was too scared of failures

Expectations, I’d fail hers

When is true love not enough

Like passing ships, we were sailors

And all her friends said they hate me

Was lucky she’d ever date me

Can’t disagree, see what they mean

But never cared how they rate me

Like to learn to love myself

I think her love for me might help

But astounded, I found she’s 

engaged to someone else

She hasn’t talked to me once since

I last asked to be honest

Except for when she told me then

How she wanted my constance

I fell in love with an actress

Beautiful, and fantastic

A smart, big-hearted star

Guess I just distracted