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Once labeled the intellectual gangster
From a squire like jester to regal prankster
Some called me the surly colic & brolic Buddha
My tonics Judah, as they try to sue the
NYC court system, yet I refused the
Disturb-ing curt words of Medusa
As I tried to seduce her
Emerged a demiurge with a verse from Her-Mes
That both perturbed and disturbed me
As certain persons & earthly merchants search to curb me
All the while, I’m internally hurting
While hurling wordy verses
While dispersing as Im conversing
I come to grips with my wit in scripts
And became a sacrilegious iconoclastic scribe
A syllabic scavenger scavenging sentences
To spew at the heralding hierophant
I suppose Im high off SIN
Once a serf
With curt words of hurt
That played games of trepidation
Drenched in intrepid hatred
No vespers sacred
Losing sight of my practical persona
Languishing my laughable corona
Stuck in a coma, I’m kinda comatose
My personas prose
Verbally dispersing verbose & morose flows
Eric Lee eroding and slowly dissipating
Because THIS IS HATING
The lazy and loquacious lasciviousness
Stuck in a world covered in salacious seriousness
A robust fool so lustful
Dipped in a life of debauchery
Its hounding me
Lyrically shrewd yet a lewd dude
Spiritually nude as I sacrifice
Since the day I had a vice
I’ve been a conscientious combatant twice
No time for indulgences, check the bulges in
My spinal column as I suffer from discs bulged and slipped discs
Now I sit here and have become a scripturient that writ scripts
And no longer believe that anyone could eclipse THIS
So I flip scripts, torn pages chill on the floor
Laying there in despair as I stare into the air
Seeking for some iridescent fluorescent flair
Yet without a care as a spare I study the snare
Not the drum, but as a bum in the slum
Ive been covered in demonic cum
THIS is the plague bubonic strum
Merely a man on thereof as a fiddler
Playing as an enigma stuck in a puzzle
Placed with disgraced in Pandoras box
Is it paradoxical or logical?
That this mere mortal is mending maladies
Yet seen as an obscene
Mendacious man on the screen
An appetite so voracious I wanna scream
Overly ambitious, I dream of planned wishes
AM I a scam, vicious?!
Will I ever get out of HADES
To potentially rise and actually, reach my apogee?
My psychosomatic antics are tethered to endeavors severed
And my self-knowledge is tethered to Akashic, come grasp it
Creating a catastrophic cadaver sampler
Hidden in an elaborate labyrinth
Staring at a wall in this 7 latch jacket
With quick release snaps fastened
WHO AM I? Is it true that suicide
Would brutally screw my baby’s jewel eyes?
Hmm, I grew from adversity
Emerged into an intrepid shrewd
Roots of a fool drenched in decrepitude
Ancient decrepit dude
The HATE tried to have slept with you
Ive wept for you
I prayed GOD would protect you
And an angel was sent to you
This message I send to you
Seems some prayers are of a hollow cost
Observing inert persons while vermin serpents
Were hurting persons in a modern day holocaust
You all KNOW exactly what I speak of
But apparently some countries think its fine to borrow loss
My bad! I jump in and out of persona quick
As I suffered from a nasty intellectual hematoma slip
Then again, what am I? Where are you?
And how do we TRUTH digest, if we don’t know how to die yet?
