What?!

Toy with my dome? That won’t annoy me homes.
My zen extends a royal throne as if my pen were an envoy of Rome.
Renaissance Warrior- crime and again, I’ve shown.
My whole life tomboys were the only women I’d bone.

If your soul couldn’t handle the Hanoi Hilton?
Then it was the door you were shown.
I could enjoy ardor on my own.

So these days I don’t get sore with those who call me on shit.
Instead? I’m like a bored proctologist.
Anal stabs are mere banal jabs.
It’s no strain to reach for fecal gab.

It fits to rock shit talk!
Wreck and disrupt what’s set up!
Disable the threatening of near-fabled weaponry
Upset the best wishlist of heuristics

Reverse decades of diabolical plans with
A jest of flaying and one unstoppable hands width!
Fuck probability; I’ve got the panoramic on history
God’s Will is the rock and top knot of me!

This Pirate Rake was blessed to never waste a poem
I could wake and bake with a Hobbit--
Mob it ‘til that homegrown misanthrope ached to roam!
Talk Tolstoy out of his gray dome!

Take what you expect, taste and reflect
Enjoyed by a running tongue so prone
Make it all rest after explosive crest
Like Gregory Peck destroying the Guns of the Navarone!

Aftermath:

Nobody can push you down the rabbithole.
But if you push me, you might slip and fall
Off the side of a building

Not a threat of killing. That’s just a dread wave
If you’re a head slave it’s your own grave you’re filling
With the drippings of your prayers and trimming of layers
All that your children will miss later

I’m no different, except I know what I’m digging.
No misgivings; I’m filling land with wisdom bombs
So I’ll have a landfill to stand on.

Splarging deep from a garbage dump!
I spin my swill, rocking it ill
At least it’s not a Quixotic wind mill!

An outlaw by nature
Breaking laws of probability
Telling haters and odds against “Later!”
Be-spelling naysayers cold in flow
Instead of yelling “I told you so!”
Spin dread as a bent Creator
But even this animator of kaleidoscopic spray
Never breaks the Law of Entropic Decay

Shit blunders in time I bet
What’s underlined I interject
Rhyming is just a side-effect
Feet timing the ride of it

Like the fader cling of a Satyr King!

Feet go farther through fire
Than that Streetcar named Desire.
The best side of me
Is choosing not to let stress ride me

Screwy though, I’m used to riding stress
Blue sprees never hide jests
Truly freestyle is just a side effect!