Stage Direction: For Newer Slam Poets Or Actors – Deliver In As Mocking Of A Slang Hick Dialect As Possible.
Fear Mongers got driven mad by stronger foes, got a lock for yonder hoes, big business to slick Elizabeths, turn a trick to break the cysts, hundred dollars, fuck it, holler, touch a spot upon the crown.
Found trip-hop to gridlock, jocked up from small to large, seaspan barges and oil crude, got hella lewd to few, rude shit to spew.
Understand the men who’re true, the zesty blunt-force few, glue to hold ‘em coo, Slush the mix to cut, up shut to sluts, fuck the bastards mucked, shock ‘em cup by cup to chuck ‘em, luck so hot.
Hi-tops and reeboks? Cock grasped – you sought puss’ or puss, crock of fuss, tick tock to spit that hocked-up-after-smoking snot. You pig!
Tequila. Feel ya black, white cats; paint ‘em slack, jacked cause luck is mine to lose, fine to find, to choose, got cracked access to leaks – my muse to choose.
We gonna lie – to get to dripping juice, punch the gander to grey, seduce the goose, cut the shit, “Canadian” don’t imply no syrup or no moose.
The speed of darkness harkens to the speed of light, sight unseen when a vacant blight, thus darkness takes flight. Club neons, fish bites to scumbag delights plus tips.
Tripping memories like brain cemeteries, forgot everything that hurt, burnt a path through the stars, leaving black smudges marred up on the universe.
Thus the hearse verse, wood and boards six feet under, hungering for brains, but rotting vain to pain, the gains of freedom last.
Nothing’s faster than the speed of darkness, it starts less like a test and more like a crumble, humble men jumble to grab a seat, beat by the heat of amnesia, paused.
‘Cause the black, it creeps, seeps under door jambs or windows, slams feeling into fallow, shallow wisps to mellow-mallow iced lips in rhyme.
Time hides behind Mass, fast to grasp at snatches of something, rusts away the bunting, tears asunder, last minute punting. Fucking breeding? Man you’re runting, fucking stark!
Nothing speeds the dark apart from an absence of light, thus we fight for selves, shelved Gungir deep among her – Excalibur now to stave.
I gave them everything, paved the way to brighter days, and got left behind to rot, taught kids self-respect to haught, have my own crushed under heels of administrator bureaucrats. Again and again.
Feel this? Frustration, a station of aggravation, desperation and integration of flawed principles feeds me the hunger of the dark.
I’ll part the seas of light to beckon fleets to water underneath. Thought her hulls sundered? Ghost ships ride the speed of darkness unencumbered.
Forget-me-nots are burdens, failed memories were heard then, sense out the lacking, burn them ken, feed them to the speeding dark, my friend.
Sensing now I’m lonely? I’ve got the speed to heed the stony, prickly pear cactus and slurred, thus phony, shadow chorus and cackling tony.
The speed’ll burn my heart, give me a fresh start to totter on edges so sharp, razor’s nips and play like an actor’s part.
The killing joke to rout the blokes, got shelves to store the spokes, break down the wheels to replace with tech, vex a text and/or gravity cars, next.
Speed of darkness hearkens black, it attacks and lacks didact, it cracks jacks and sweeps history slack, every feeling charred to carbon black.
Thus the Rose Petal Wave consumed, becoming hellish men doomed – break fingerprints, croon, howl to the red-eclipsed blood moon.
Beast and beauty syndrome tunes, fight endless minions and goons to ruin, broken bones, make room, I’ll hammer twice then fin-fang-foom. End it all with a boom.
June flowers in bloom, catcha’ furious firestarter groom, Satan dressed his best for a fiery honeymoon. Red velvet suit, lest we forget that he’s moot
Gotta heed the speed – all the way to freedom.
