No Moderation

i dont know how to describe it... you tell me.

I’d like to boost my imagination,

But I’ve got to much inebriation,

The moth on my windows’ dying of suffocation,

That man is stumbling with intoxication.

Shed be hot if I used an approximation,

So instead I settle for moderate alleviation,

Like the kind you get from smoke inhalation,

Or when you have too much information,

Like when you cant describe your affiliation,

Like that olds mans hatred for foreign innovation,

Like struggling to understand the universe’s formation,

Yeah that’s a hell of a way to describe my aggravation,

These sentences spoken in fragmentation,

Split apart by something like liquidation,

I’d say the best way to describe it is teleportation,

Feeling happy but it’s just a fabrication,

It’s brought about by my need for insubordination,

It’s all part of the accumulation,

Of these things set for obliteration,

They tick inside my center for concentration,

Ready to bring about the plans of annihilation,

My mind is ready to start its own calibration,

I learned everything I know by figuring out the combination,

I’d tell you but that would bring about some confrontation,

But I can say that it lies in the secret to realistic lamination.

Author's Note

tell me what ya' think

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

a grand collection of rhyming words, accumulated orchestration indication of frustration