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Walk Light

When you see me coming?
Go rehearse your go-to material.
I'll be gunning verse, flowing spherical

Track your verbal landmines,
Attack hurdles hand over mind!
Standing outside of time!

Pick up slack, smacking a backrhyme!

I don't need to carry flak
I don't feed by caring about that!
Stare at spider-cracks

Ensnared tight and fast
Bear fright and facts
I'm bare like that!

Comparing doesn't stack
Paranoid and wary but still I act
Like Mother Mary with an axe

Saying “Spare JC
My son ain't goin' down like that!”
Beware of that, parallax!

Grime and gravel
Crime and prattle
Unwind the math roll for time travel

Re-set theocracy, re-seed and repent!
And to the kleptocracy and the greed for which it's lent?
My patriotism escaped your fence. This is just my placement whence!

Because the only nation that ever
Had my statement and sense is 5%!

Long as I'm alive I'm bent
Never jive with the dense
Blunt and spry, the Earth and Sky is my home!

S'pose that's why Gaia won't let me fly alone!

I'm set to roam,
Invest in my dome
It hasn't spit checks yet, homes.

But I can fit every cred I've expressed and flown.

They'll never turn that off.
The tab on my knot?
Trust to bust is a bigger hustle than Bernie Madoff!

So turn to me to gab and cough!
I'm a mad dog!
Uncovering every buried bone

In terror faces shown
Of petrified bodies
Etched inside rare oddities

Frozen forever, beholden never rotting see
I reckon tight
And set my second sight

To check the last thoughts
Caught and forever in stone set
Etched inside each wretch

Faces moved to “OH SHIT!”
Last scream used for those who sit
Forever fixed

After the eruption of Vesuvius!
Statues say “What's up son? You new to this?”
I scat true “Naw, man. I'm used to the mix!”

Grooving to twist, and using the fix
Vibrations moving through me like music
Rend my zone to top and jump in loose and slick!

Check the tone lunging from stone straight to my dome!

Been prone to drop pun-ishing groaners,
Prone to stop all functions with tomes,
In the zone, chops crunching just on the phone!

Texts streaming, backrhymes gleaming
Express memes, track minds steaming
This wily dart has miles to depart.

Guile for my part? Is hidden within my child's heart!

Files and shards, I'm the wild card,
Riled and gnarled style of smart
No denial from the start

Smiled hard when exiled for art!

Spike and bomb rage plays
Further past disturbed
Like LaWanda Page says

“Mutha is half a word”

Others hack and swerve?
Gassed when I blast curves?
Suckers amass “Brrrrr's!”

Stopped by stinging cold chops served!
Off the top I'm flinging frozen cockspurs!
Rock and blur prose to shock and stir!

“Wocka, wocka, HURRRTS!”
That's Fozzie Bear-- In a BLENDER!
Causes get ensnared in my pauses-- when I'm on a bender!

Blare raw shit capriciously never an end for sure!
Caw a blitz, breezy, even unfriends must concur!
I jaw clips, corrosive, lock on and hiss, it's your end sir!
Explosive rockets in each of my pockets, never go easy on a pretender!
Written by LokiOfLiterati
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