Dysmorphic human type with a distorted view of life, aborted utilization of any tool to tighten, tie up loose ends i will not
I will non-sequitur as my response and “tam biệt” in record timing, as you would like

Dissipate in vapor thats how i portray the friendly neighbor, otherwise adjourn and save return to natural state for later
Reply in epigrams with aphoristic sentiments and sweaty hands reaction to the pathos talk like every man

I wasn’t taught, i was thought of and made to roll a ball
To one day hold and throw it to someone else like i know it all
I came, i saw, and thе last part - that’s a fever dream but i don’t need thе sleep like the crown you don’t need to be a king

Conquests i conquered inside my mind was a trail tread blindly
Kenshi going rogue on road on katana time
4th quarter clutch like a cluck with his only dollar left can’t outrun death, but can at least create some extra bottlenecks

Now im Pez dispenser popping Mr used to be so misanthropic
Due to missing optics, indoctrination, and listening problems
Skipping doctor visits for bottle runs and addiction trips
Dismissing optimism as physical weakness isn’t strength

Socially aloof and too small to see from the overview imagine being too young and dumb for you to be told the truth, but life is beautiful through a sculpted scope with the vista molded too, until exposure becomes too great in the photo booth

Cold hands and code of commands
I feel like a broken Luke, got 50 eggs in separate baskets and they all broken too, i hatched a plot to rebirth and spawn inside a smoking room like Albert Simmons, soldier with stitched face for the open wounds

Chlorophyll in my capillaries the bloodstream carries, i basically am bound to be buried, i’m scared of being put inside a box so i would opt to be cremated have my ashes spread across the highest mountaintop
From where i live you can literally see the Stratosphere
It might as well be the ozone layer it’s so black in here
You going up? that’s too common to be attractive here
As altitude increases become inferno here

Cosmic kaleidoscope i view the globe through all but broken
Isotopic probe use a microscope to decipher wokeness in the eye of those who seem paralyzed at the sight of wholeness
I am incomplete but the pieces to me reside in focus

So i arrive at concentration with a homemade dish and tires smoking
Bearing a gift not give into my compulsion
And with this light approach i tear apart the cycle of a stifled motion, hold the remote like i know that I’m controlling

I learned that trick from a 2 year old i was gaslighting, i was 2 years old and they pulled that trick and it backfired
I had a cousin that taught me to be a bad liar, lock us in the closet and tell grandma it was satire

I asked my teacher what if slaves were white and not black, would blacks try the same kinda acts? and the class just sat silent
She said “Good question i cannot answer but that’s surprising, hearing you consider such simulations and asking like this!”