Up To Snuff

I write a lot when I'm going through something when everything calms down around me I ain't got nothing it's like a block keeping me from saying something like I'm on mute ain't got no juice to spill and stain the countertop and run on the floor for me to mop I gotta keep on moving I can't stop flowing I got to keep on going thread the needle and start sewing can't persuade nor pay me to quit it's like liquid running down stream up stream river dreams of waterfalls in the shower stall can't cut it of until all the soap is off found a way to cope with it all fake it till you make it is only improvisation talk to myself when I can't get stimulating conversation I rather be creative then have my head stuck in a vertual reality cloud like the majority of the crowd I'm pulling the strongholds down no holds barred how I'm doing so far am I up to par did I go too far didn't mention the jab cancel the Uber send in the cab a yellow one preferably hail from a different league on a different team grew up climbing palm trees check the stats I'm up to bat hit it out the park call in the rain get the game called due to a little bit of drizzle in the outfield