I'm inclined to underline lines rhymes
Not undermine minds
Even if they're under mine
My hindsight was confined
But I was able to come find
Some vine and made my mind a shrine
And now I enshrine rhymes in my mind
That which I nibble and dine
While sipping on wine while I whine
Knowing my spine is entwined
Unlike the tailspin of a swine
And I've grown some Stones that are Rhine
So now I assign a chorus line as an ensign
For these end times, I don't condescend when I bend rhymes
But offer even scoffers guidelines, advice for hive minds
And it's my crime that I sign dotted lines even in rhymes
While I slowly reach my pinnacle, apogee prime
I can feel endorphins coursing through my veins
All the while I'm morphing and dwarfing brains in sky lanes
I continue to rip through sinews, while I spit views
All the while my style is to constantly walk toward it
And according to my dysmorphic enforcement, I must forfeit
But I'm more fit, even as an orphan coughing costly coffins
Spirit is a boss flossing, feeling embossed shiny and glossed
Mister come find me was tossed, diction enthralled
With my balls tossed down the hall
As I constantly sometimes quite consciously would fall
But I'd get up and stand tall, even during land fall
Falling and staying in my lane, I'm praying that I remain zany
A wordy nerd anatomist who's both brawny & brainy
I went from scrawny and nasally draining
To eradicating any patronizing patron
That found no way in restraining, so I'm decimating
A decimal mating, while I issue a new weapon to tote
Forced to invoke ancestral folk to choke foes and take hold
As I'm slowly making the future unfold in the present
As I presently offer a gift to the future from the past
Which is a reminder that I was able to outlast
Even as an outcast, now we'll see who pouts last
I express what I KNOW I'm about > VAST!
And sometimes in some lines, I do it in a flash
Seeking or speaking a stash while I thrash on those that bash
And I mostly do it for the passion
But wouldn't mind making some cash, while I sonically dash
Even those with snobbery are covered in mockery and their laughs
I come to attack, so I come back combatively as a combatant
Comparatively attacking, soliloquy smacking in contractions
Check your actions and those you chill with are your factions
Merely distractions, not a disc diss track shunned
But this cats puns are like his fat tongue, as I spat some
Soothing tunes using syntax to peruse
And cruise worldviews as girl swoon like Sassoon
I'll be back soon, around past noon
But for now I must exit to perplex wit, and collapse tombs