I’ve become an unlaughable grammatical expert
Expected to exert an excerp
My respected tests work
I can even bless jerks
When I dispense deft words
I’ve confessed worth
Blessed out in the desert
With hardly any effort
Into my heaven I now enter
Remaining grounded and centered
Past schisms of blessed lessons
In personal mental prisons
Beautified by prisms & dispensed wisdom
So I was really never inept
A book was always on my desk
Or close to my chest at best
I could never sleep or rest
Filled with vexation & stress
Unless I would unwind and decline
And sit at the moons crest
So bereft in brevity
Until nothing was left of me
A parody of heresy
A tragedy happening
With decrepit discrepencies
My lyrics are my spirits therapy
I rely on poetry
To flow through me heavily
Personal parody
Of a gregarious cosmic hilarity
Im a philosophical poet of rarity
Embossed and lost in desparity
Eric Lee is MORE THAN ‘1’ severally
Forever secreting cleverly
Spitting readily heavily
A clemency remedy
Especially as Eric Lee
Is eventually quite effectively
Effecting entropy steadily
I exerted my last breath
The day of his death
My spirit wept then left
Leaving my physical shell a vacuous cleft
From death, I’m not exempt
So I became an expert
On how to network
And I dont fret jerks
But I respect quirks
Eric Lee Musse is amused
At his internally confused muse
Its meditative state to equate
The pain to better relate
Cleaned up our plate
Started with a new slate
Cropped then dropped
My hate to elevate
Love could stretch & elongate
Nomore time to hesitate
A premeditated fate
With concrete concentrated traits
My intention with no apprehension
Is to tour the atlas
With our mental holographic theatric
Sometimes dramatic grammatics
Always cinematic and spastic
Intellectual attic
Rhymes drop from my salivary aquatic
Causing palpitations to the asthmatic
Disastrously climatic
Effervescence in presence and ecstatic
Irritably emphatic phonetic fanatic
Phlegmatic grammaticals radically
Dropping bars from my lungs PNEUMAtic
Personalities in reality
Are drastically pragmatic
Through our rhythmic slight cynic blueprint schematics
We’ve apparently become emblematic
Of transparent and enigmatic
Our sour loco vocals
Are aromatic of past pain traumatic
My minds rhymes are inclined
To be quite automatic
Not really surreal for real or charismatic
Because Im too calculated and mathematic
And my minds LAByrinth is PANcreatic
My sinister syndrome is posttraumatic
Personally a tad bit verbally worsening
To the point of adjoining
Becoming annoying and problematic
I wonder if our psyche
Was divided & split likely
Due to a disorder psychosomatic
We can be a bit crude and lewd
Yet shrewd but prickly like a cactus
Cause my interconnected synapses grasp twisted elastics
I’m like Aristotle
In full throttle with my symptomatic
Theocratic tragecomical melodramatic grammatics
Sometimes my dumb rhymes
Are drastically plastic and elastic
Yet can become overly spastic and spasmic
Yet the populace prefers to concur
That my rhymes are classic
Eradicating the electrostatic like a crack addict
And T-rex in a dark park jurassic
And anybody that knows me
Knows that my prosaic yet mosaic flows are idiomatic
Guess we ARE inadvertently hexing curses
When verbals are dispersed toward serpents
That are probably quite oddly
Subsurface of our epidermis
But I wonder who cursed this
Making us at an ‘age early’
To become verbally burly, surly and feeling worthless?!