Sill Hooked

Life's a game. I'm always sure of my frame.
Deciphering stains...
To the cypher I came...

To bare only what I'm unsure I can contain!
A hairy monster in pain.
Like Chewbacca got dropped by la Chupacabra, drained!

Alone I keep what I rue
To atone I reap the truth
A tone to sleep to

Bone-deep blues and Heavy Metal pretzel-wrestled
A heady festival in this jester's soul
Crest and toll the best of my roll

But too steady to settle
The desire to be exceptional?
Meant shitting fire from my intestinal!

To be spitting higher in every direction, yo!
Slitting liars on inspection, just so!
Fitting what I aspire in collections to grow.

A giant's sense of defiance
Means no compliance, even from violence
Means a license to trump chumps!

Re-writing with night sense
Tightens the triumph of self-reliance
Divine jumps prime my pump!

Never insipid, clever and liquid
Whenever I get with it?
Untethered fireflicks slip

Addicted to tasting the clit
The ticket to slaying wicked
Such a crushing weakness to pick!

But something peaks my tongue tip!
For every gushing lick, a rush of phrases just trickles quick!