Word Play

I'm simplistic, not materialistic..

Not a water downed brand 

Served on a platter of remedial bullshit.

There's no gimmick,  I'm not a trend yet.

Nor, will I ever be 

An illusion of a delusion in my own mindset.

It can take a year to save up for a dream

And a decade gone through just to finish it,

A lifetime incomplete, burdened on bended knee

Dredging goals unfinished,

I'm a scar not a blemish..

Not a suture or a tourniquet 

For a war torn story of abomination

None are ready to hear yet. 

I dare you to pass by and scroll over

I-will-not-regress from the hatred 

Of the fake, the flakey, and the no nonsense 

Unsensical in defense,

A game with words played

You cannot tame a lion in a meat bin

Its got you in a head spin. 

You're all torn apart

By the image of your regret,

You're all just sheep-shit. 

A lost cavalcade roaming alone

Are you even street fit? ..So what's decent?

To please every mother fucker known to man

Or bow down in your own meat skin?

You're a leaflet, a beech hit!

An origami motherfucker

Quick to bending

Counting down 'til the weekend

So, let us pretend,

These words leave no injury to the weakend.