Epic Word Play

wrote this during my psychology class in the spring of 2010

This is my Epic word play, like crippling cliches, putting Shakespeare on a delay, my sentences run a relay. I speak so quickly you need a replay, but it's still too slick, thats what she say. I bring dismay like a dark cloud on a clear day, roar so loud I make the lightning pray. Under my storm the whole world becomes my prey. Scattered and running, screaming and shouting. Fighting and scratching, clawing and doubting. This pouting crowd is weak not meek. They sneak peeks at secrets they can't keep. Living in dreams when they don't sleep. This cheap world carries no beat. Throws fire with no heat. Full of tricks and no treat. It's a bumpy ride with no seat.  Hope to God you soon meet, cause the Devil's no cheat. I hear them cry, sigh, whisper, and wan. I walk this wire like a liar,  the path of the insane, but I can't complain. For it all leads to my reign. These wimpy whimpering children fear their fate. With no appetite to sate, locked in a fence with no gate. I can dangle hooks with no bait. And still they snap and still they bite. It's alright, it's still their right to lose sight of the site. It's not a lack of sense, but too much ignorance and impudence. I grant you my two cents. A text to get vexed and hexed. My free verse is like sex. An orgasmic hat trick, built brick by brick. No one's immune but no one gets sick. I'm tired, I quit, hit me back with a single bullet, no clip. Don't miss and don't slip, or else I'll dip, strike back, your throat I'll split. Swallow your soul and spit out the pit. It's critical you stand and don't sit. You'll need to run, the sun is burning out, it's no fun shooting blanks for a toy gun. Crooked angles over the horizon shows that we're done. This has been my Epic word play, a day of artistic dismay on display. The he said she said scene like a play, causes stress make my hair grey. But I promise you this I.O.U. is A.O.K.