WORDPLAY PROSODY
My minds poetic proverbs on papyrus
Were masterfully crafted
After the first verse was drafted
Pure creativity enacted
Not haphazard happenings
By reenacted distractions
Disastrously nonfictional factions
I’m flabbergasted at their madness
Running rapidly and rampant with sadness
Biding and hiding behind masks by the masses
Blasphemous actions, of twisted passion
Under impractical practice
Lustfully lascivious amorous
Human bust growing cancerous
Through continuous praxis
Of action cantankerous
I demanded
My helix filament strand
And bands antics
Were to act dramatically cinematic
Like I ‘bypassed gastric’
Rather fly passed traffic
My cerebal attics antics
Randomly ravaging synaptics
Through my graphic syllabics
Savagery from my own zone
My ‘old scholastic’ magic
My barrage attacks are massive
Mandible muscle spasms
Quite drastically PROblematic
For tragically spastic non-elastic grammatics
My frequency is frequently
Beyond yonder ‘snow static’
My past is sad and tragic
But I began a new descriptive script equipped
To be abysmally climactic
And I'm a rhyme addict
Stuck in my minds attic
Chicken with head cut off, running frantic
Diction is disastrous
As I practice my grammarian madness
And tactics of a preying mantis
Burned to ashes on a mattress
Via superfluous syllabic tactics
Concave slave running to the grave
Via my platinum grammatical praxis
Tablets and pens are my paintbrushes
And the digital screen is my canvas
Probably a genius mixed with a bit of madness
Maybe, that's why lately I feel a bit more callous
Phonetics elaborate more like Jurassic
Encrypted monolithic lyrics
Specific to a menagerie of maniacal madness
Flustered and flabbergasted
Spitting specialized semantics
And ONLY a few shrewd
Would appreciate my hand-crafted casket
That's been brandished with an outlandish
Calamitous granite causing even stanzas to panic
So I must exit this nexus, at the next exit
Spewing perturbing words of verbs
Making sure you heard this nerd 'swerve a verse'
And though I planned it
I'm not from the planet
So don't try to track this
For I've got a sliding bandwidth
Loquacious in my lyrical labyrinth elaborate
And this masters disaster is after
The wrath of titanic cadavers
Moving faster than the next status of sadness
So this depressive manic
Took the mic to grab it
Alien minded once blinded
Sought for truth but couldn't find it
But now landed
On this earth of dearth stranded
Dire diction demanded, I've commanded
And no external source diminishing didactic tactics
Because my past was vast and has been reprimanded
~SkTzO~