Your Poisoned Lifestyle

Was presented as a Poetry Slam

I lost you to habituation, addiction and self head inflation

Ziplocked to bedrooms with heirlumes and shot pipe contradictions

Aint no friendship or harship if your empty of feeling

Hot flashing your body, staring up at the ceiling

We be rolling up a stutter, a spatter with mad hatter

Claiming it's "legit" with some boistrous laughter

Though actually dismanteling the voice of 4 fathers

Ridingg town bikes,

pointing out -

 “ Look what I taught her!”

A******s its all down to the flower

The tower of power

Makes you fools often scour

The tick of 12th hour

You be claiming you’ll plow her

But your moves are so sour

Turning her to a vower

A vower of

self distruction

Bad friend

girl,

huntman

All night jerkin

The minds of our frontman

The thoughts of our love friend

The strength of our union

Of friendship. faith. unity. assurance. conviction

But they be out to go plow her

Her tower of drunker

An angler hacker

Of the happiness and bliss that never surrounds her

But girl, you turn ME to a vower

A vower to:

Think twice on your smirk ,

your knee-jerk brain work

That seems to crumble when in the presence of the framework

The stab of the dirky dirk

Your confidante: a real f*****g piece of work.

Gotta challenge the head stem, the mayhem and skip to the beat

Chirping up from the bedpan , pouring s**t on the sheets.

S**t of the game,

its lame

and its been engrained in the mundain freeway of girl/boy terrain.

And then you stick up the reigns

Following stories passed along with a filter - mundain

Your so f*****g unique

It’s a comment you freak

It’s a compliment ,

 no judgement or treatment, no clique

But you wouldn’t know that

with your heads in the clouds

Give a throwback, envelope in denial

Cause that is your vile

your poisoned lifestyle.

Reviews

[Laura Lynn]

there's a lot of good vocab in here even though the topic is not a pretty picture here