Sometimes, I'm a syllabic strategist
And yet a grammatical tactician
Poetically an elaborate philanthropist
Purposefully cruising while perusing
The bruised psyches of the populace
As a nerdy word anatomist
Some seekers so ravenous seek to scavenge this
But I'm an aggressively passive mist
Man of no importance
Yet caught in divorce court law thwarting
While courting more abhorred courses
Through morphed forces
While my inner savage micromanages
Diction damages from average labyrinths
It seems to be the catalyst
That which made me a semanticist
A verbal romanticist can exist
Eyes of onyx, with skin colored amethyst
Possibly this Ajna godly oddity Is a hybrid antagonist
Portraying the adamant passive jinn
With no average but massive wit
That's made me an intransigent contaminant
Sometimes seen to have a lethal cerebral yet compassionate
Never seen to speak kinetically evil through words so lethal
But sometimes regal, sitting still and silent like a mannequin
Then convert hurt and revert to a man again
No time for stuttering or stammering
Only encouraging while rhythmically blabbering
And lyrically lathering
It's better than being a MAD HATTER astral traveling
Sometimes, taking times in sublime lines
To have many minds unraveling
Now stop the chit-chattering
No more pervasive racists loquaciousness
'Cause it's time for my divine mind battling
So I'm dressed in malachite
'Cause I have to fight, yet 'carry light'
Double entendre
As I continue my radical grammatical grappling!