Eat Some Loss, Undefeated Costs!

I got shut down a million times.
That’s why I cut a round of spilling minds.
That’s why I clown illing designs.
That’s why I call it killing rhymes.

So many corners, frenemies reformed to pretend feelings.
So I stopped befriending chameleons.
So many torn curves.
Risks to shake so like Ouroboros snake I was reborn to swerve.

So many times I was outmatched.
But I never stopped shouting back.
Even without clout and before I could sprout facts,
I was forward on attack.

Wandering BOLO.
Dangerous roads so,
Pondering what’s on the dole.
Sauntering like Han Solo.

Like Lobo as a Hobo, Lord of the Tracks!
Loco when I scope a flow, so the core attracts.
Lore in stacks opens every door with a BLAST!