A WORD

A word is a loaded weapon

A single one can connect to any individuals perception

Be careful where you aim that semi-automatic voice box

Your' words can be stretched and flexed like poi socks

Don't be coy, talk, but think before you speak

Don't just be comin off the top on the frequent cooking beef

I shook the beat like a running back

Funny that, words meant as cunning tact

Can be perceived as crooked deceit

Or Vice Versa, I might curse, I might not

But either way it's like murder

Because perception is a recollection that's quite further

Than the immediate collection of words that might hurt her

I think I'm a bright learner, but enactment is lacking

That is a fact, traction is slipping and slacking

Trippin and laughing, friction is just a fraction

Of the feeling that i've extracted 

From all of the action news anchors 

Polluting the sea of words, like oil tankers

Causing another war of the worlds, like spoiled bankers

Edit out the elevator drone nonsense when I enter the sentence

and mend it, relentlessly sending sound bits

To have contempt for until is comes recommended

I might bend, pens in my mind's lens, friends

This divine, endless game, amends whims

Word's whiplash, snap, salivate into syntax

Fast, alleviating facts from their position

As a religion,

I'm over it, like division

Here is my prescription

Use 200 million words a day, at your own discretion

It's like the the true feeling of getting ingested by 

synonyms