“what the jelly?
peanuts in spaghetti!
if it wasn’t sweaty: would the heat still freeze up the telly?

slammed!

by the contradictory notion of a hit n’ run!
jammed!
the sun chasing me and only recently undone
it’s a call and fall of action
the wall of faction
bearing the sound
swearing the ground
promises made, turned away by the bakers trade
as i cooked with improvised certificates, ensuring tasteful rhymes and dimes in horizontal splits & knits !
my vertical condition has landed me in the ghosted volition
it would be a lie if i didn’t admit // i am the diagnosed misfit
i’ve been charged; on the dial of new moon’s turn
summer envisioned with trees and leaves that burn against a gust of wind
the loudness of the lacking
the proudness of Thee financed backing
black rock? crack rock ? bitcoin clock?
all of which cashes in on endless stock!
riding through with imaginary waves
extended on layaway pretending to save
credit missed, the people dissed!
and you think i ain’t pissed?
it’s like protein in vegan spaghetti
but that’s still ‘meat’ for your belly!