Word-Played

Having fun with word play :)

I use word-play to play words like board games

I'm bored of games, say word if you've absorbed pain

Like swords to panes of glass, words can cause planes to crash

It's plain insane conduct, conductor waiving wands conducting slaves and pawns

A complex plot, criminal sin cynical complex

At the top of the pyramid, the metaphysical pinnacle

It's literal that literary litigations hold some sway in court

No courtesy or courtship in the court today I hold my tounge and pray

Their holding guns, I hold my hand up to my chest and hold my breath

But now my lungs are filled with death I think I'm going deaf

The tight rope is stressed, I can't stress the amount of stress that's weighing on my

Weighing on my, flesh, let's keep it fresh, I'm eating letters

Hearts are beating, jaws are falling like retreating feathers

Eating words and verbs are smacking lips and acting hip

Or grinding lips and grinding hips, this board is bored of flips

That line was trippin' what a trip, I felt like going on a trip until I tripped

I took a dip inside the pool of tobacco spit let's dip, I got the chips

On my shoulder man I'm pissed, I need to piss, Piss off already

Altogether I'm not all together, back then It was all to get her, now I'm doing better

Like a superior verb, it's a step of progression

Because inferior word-play wont be accepted, 

I play words like personifications play objects

You can't object, it's an object of objective truth

I'm the subject of the subtext with a subjective tooth

Rotting out of my defective perspective

I see prospects of words that cost less than the actual product

Introspective, mind is iridescent, I've become obsessive

Over fusing flowing flocks of letters, forever condensed inside my

fence, inside my head their turning like a, turing like a

planet on an axis, like a a new leaf, falling from the crawling tree of abused grief

I just can't help but let the syntax melt, My emotions feel like felt

I'm steel like spurs, I feel my nerves, my nervous system's full of worms

They're made of tape, I made a tape, of myself trying to deflate

My ego, man it's got me floating up to where the clouds break

I heard a loud snake slither and it made the ground quake

I heard a proud rose wither and it made no sound, wait

I said it made no sound, inaudible, no audio, so audios

I'm going back to where the pencil gave the paper's wedding toast

I'm fretting over frets like a guitarist with turrets

And now I'm betting on my death, there is a bounty on my breath

Author's Note

I tried to use multiple meanings of words and play with the meanings, is it clear or redundant? Do you think it is complete or needs more? (or less?) ? What lines could it do without, what lines could it not do without? Thanks, Apparition