Fun with Words

Pardon me if my words pack potency.
You see I’ve got these tendencies

To bench press heavy concepts.

Brain muscles stay flexed.

I’ve Got Next, right after KRS.

Test me, it’s gonna get messy

Like a mob scene.

Haters concede as I begin to weave

Fictitious stories.

They become suspicious of the allegory.

See  a bit of themselves in the antagonist,

Who starts having fits

’Cause he’s been exposed like bone

After the flesh and tissue have been

Left in the kitchen—too hot couldn’t stand

The heat. I create vivid scenes,

Where dialogue pivots themes

till the characters are ready to take foul shots.

Still, they ain’t ready for a team that dreams.

Some might think I’m a psycho,

Waiting by the roadside to hitch a ride,

And then clip a couple as they scream, “We don’t wanna die!”

Relax. Don’t be absurd.

I’m just having some fun with words.