What is Real?

This isn't a hyperbolic jest on the fly
This is “Inspect this cat's optics for disguise!”
As in check the almond shape of my eyes

I'll chop up and eat Cerberus. Baked and fried!

It's imperative that we're all aware
That we're players in the narrative
So the next Creator who tries to ensnare you quick?

Make them pay by baring their tricks!

Inside I laugh at the wrath that I'm missing
Outside I'm on the path of least resistance
Spin and ride some math with bits of each of 'em

Blend the why's and the can's
Like a Venn Diagram, the zen flies again
I'm in to extend my part and spark shit!

Tightening around the bends, lightning pen departs quick
Ripple stress to flip the script and express in triple-text
Re-collect the tatters of subset

Growing my vernacular to blow my apertures
Check what matters after an upset
Doubt inside infinitely carps in quips...         damn!

But just like sex I instantly get re-harded and fit, ma'am!
Every part of a bliss pan I blow is seeds from my hands
Biofeedback scans, I read and track what ran

Always checking for bias, always wrecking the pious
Zealots, who who felt thus that I developed heresy for weaponry...
Well FUCK 'EM! 'Cuz I tipped my weaponry for leprosy...

It wasn't some shit talk I ran
Way back when I spit the span

“I want to throw bricks at enemies
Each pore fitted with clostridium tetani!”

Convenient rhyme, but bacterial warfare was the real crime
Now I'm not an actual torturer without discretion
Wiping my ass with the Geneva Convention

That would be Rumsfeld. I'm just running what I felt
And releasing the tension.
I slay my fare to bray my toll

So when it's time to move on?
Charon will have to pay me back interest when we roll
We all just fit in whole

Scrawled in Ether for a Divine pigeon hole?
If I'm sooooo sure we're all pure character souls?
As part of some greater narrative role?

Then the only cure for achieving the refusal
To be novelized for some deity's perusal
The only sure escape hole?

Is to blur their roll, stay mercurial!
Gregarious to nefarious, expand your way and shit!
Blow the land that graces your bliss, grow loquacious!

Make your creator catch up!
Animator of me; match what I disrupt!
I want to write my own rapture,

A tapestry to be sailing like Pygmalion,
Captured by the statue, laying in the cut!