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I've been told
That I appear to be stoically cold
Thus I'm opposed, seven-fold
For never dropping sloppy homilies
I became a pariah of prose
So when I compose a verse
Its been mentally rehearsed
I refuse to refute and go reverse
I diffuse truth not to be confused
With being the epitome, of a curse
In the 'pit of me' is much hurt
For being immersed in such dirt
Inside of the earth
It coincides with the dearth
Empty, bereft, vacuous and inert
But I became brazen and alert
Thus I converse the earths worse through verse
Discussing didactically
The tragedy of humanities maladies
Its not a fallacy, actually
Because I practically
Practice enacting facts with tact tactically
And I thankfully
Dont rap with brutality in rhapsody
'Cause my local vocality, invokes folks of duality
To incite with insight using a witty lit fuse grammatically
And I dramatically even radically
Never angrily exact facts with stagnancy
But I converse through verses valiantly
Liquid form laxity, under the canopy
Of practicality, not amnesty through rap wrathfully
So I single-handedly
Became insanely profound with nouns
As I became renown for compounding sounds magically
Pursuing then perusing the abusing of words quite craftily
Like a virus, sent by the highest, not king Cyrus
I can rap slow or rapidly, but can be contracted rampantly
Because although musse mage a sagacious patron with rage
I still prefer to be alone and live to my fullest capacity
Yet appearing to be a man seen on the scene intangibly
Highly vocal with voracity, actually
And I speak with authoritative audacity
And my few friends and family
Think I live in a fantasy of majesty
But guess they detest my best and second guess
That I truly come from another galaxy
And though not sanguine in spirit, seen in my lyrics
I'm neither morose & melancholic
I drop cosmic phonics through sonnets
Imposing my foes with woes through comments
Because the obnoxiously pompous across the populace
Are acting as if the obvious, isn't ominous
But I'm too consciously cognizant with my cognitive
I had an epiphany literally & lyrically
Which made Mister E a mystery
Ever since I purged my hurt and opened my epiphysis
Revealing my magnificence of magniloquence
Because I'm obviously not ungodly
But an oddity of capriciousness and lyrical viciousness
As my watchfulness via videos and documents
Has made me deemed NOT innocuous but anomalous
Because I spew the truth through my esophagus
Causing the international necropolis to lose competence
Thus my beautiful city & metropolis, not mentioned on the continent
Has made me wage war with those whom I abhor
For their communicative incontinence, via my consonants
Its not a hypothesis but providence
That builds up my confidence of my hyper-consciousness
So I will continue to burn sinews with reviews as we cruise
Dialectic dominance over the planetary continents
That are enveloped in lasciviousness & wantonness
I need to finish this spewage as I think of their political sewage
Cause I'm about to go vomitus!
~SkTzO~
