I was uplifted, when I was gifted then grafted
To holographic quite graphic grammatics
As my superimposed prose of seraphic syllabics
Are more than abhorred semantics
Which are so dramatic, ‘cause I map it
Then grab the tablet to take a stab at it
Like placing a marker on an atlas
To choose my topographic demographic
Across the geographic, plane and its polar axis magnet
Thoughts sporadic, sometimes erratic yet dynamic
I’m quite manic
DEPRESSED, yet we press
Until there’s nothing seen but magic
From my perpetual intellectual attic
‘Cause its obvious, Im an anomalous grammatic fanatic addict
My sins HECTIC, yet never synthetic
Always organic and diplomatic
Yet attack the crap out of combatants from ‘cabinets’
Dressed in avarice, minds below average so vaporous
It's hazardous
These are political analysts, whom are societal catalysts
Serpentine like even berserk vermin teens,
Acting famished like ravenous savages
This is my psychoanalysis
Of the global ignoble cadaverous so clamorous
NOT everything you see shine is actually golden & glamorous