my expectations
are considered "unattainable"
my direction
is considered inexplainable
and people remain
unableble to disable
the who situation
that ive left unstable
the precariuos position
of my vicarious decision
leaves you with out inhabition
and in doubt with suspision
its so hard to describe
the vibe of a scribe
sent to surmise
the lies of the tribe
but the desguise
hides the lies
and provides
the scribe
with the means
to survive
and provide the source
thus to
remain allied
but dont doubt
the writer
just read
some shit tighter
the the normal
quagmire
of artists for hire
i may never
make money
but im destined
for greatness
just depends
on the timing
the master of rhyming
and designing
the iching
of poems at their greastest
with legends of sages
shit thats amazing
and so they slowly start paying
homage to the savage
of honest lyrical baggage
so please lay off the cabage
till i come with my next fat shit