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Lawless Vagrant













Lawless Vagrant




When my palms are aching/
And I'm not engaging/
In constant dating/
Or obnoxious claims these/
Conversations/
Come back and walk away these/
Qualms I've taken/
With botched arrangements/
Topics ranging/
From modern day scenes/
Of postures aimed at/
Chronic daydreams/
I'm lost and dazed in/
My moss and mangy/
Swamps and lazy/
Rivers that want to phase me/
But I'm not the angry/
Boxer they see/
And though the monsters may seem/
Close, they're false and hazy/
Taught to lay these/
Rhymes down as a toddler chasing/
Books and landing/
In every nook and cranny/
During lulls and napping/
On the tops of spacy/
Shelves, an honest ranking/
Of subjects, objects ranging/
From common angles/
To far gone fables/
A call to make a/
World, inner but ostentatious/
This artist's latent/
Talent is carved from patience/
Armed with pain and/
Using blood for karmic paint with/
Armor made/
From far off places/
Call it great but/
Know the martyr hates his/
Ponderous fate with/
Ardor chained in/
With bartered slavery/
Are we gravely/
Turning towards the carnage waiting/
Dark and racing/
Just mark the days these/
Honored baseless/
Fools thought the main thing/
I knew was to march in cadence/
Locked in cages/
Slots and makeshift/
Operations/
Lots of anguish/
And complications/
Dropped the safety/
Until the call of mayhem/
Became my prompted savior/
I forgot the safe words/
Those were abolished later/
Y'all dont crane your/
Necks, I'm back, calm and nailing/
The monastery/
To their admonished papers/
Stop you made your/
Point, I'm almost banging/
On the door, bottled rage is/
Being launched and aimed at/
The doctor's paid nurse/
So don't lob the way to/
The future at me then confiscate it/
Because I'm not the same kid/
I was, no longer gazing/
At the stars with basic/
Visions, my partners' ancient/
And perfect, and you're flawed and shameless/
But far from blameless/
If we've fought I'm tracing/
It back, to alter pavement/
I'll claw, serrate this/
World, its mine, I'll mark and change it/
And if I'm not mistaken/
Dont talk with greatness/
Because this lawless vagrant/
Has seen inside your supposed knowledge basin/
And balked with nascent/
Condensation/
Gawking crazy/
Because I can oddly say that/
It was always vacant/
Moderation/
Is the chalk erasing/
The song I'm able/
To write with cause and blatant/
Disregard for maintenance/
On the mainstream/
Populations/
Postulation/
Is all forsaken/
When demolished ailing/
People are lobbed in danger/
The lobby wages/
That the Truth is all the rage in/
The minds of the intelligent/
And relevant/
But reverence/
Is still caught and traded/
In the awful name of/
Their promised maiden/


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