As a demiurge of verse
I convert my hurt
As I've learned to serve
In life I was burned
And I earned to swerve
With words that curve
Like a berserk nerd so curt
Yet verbose in prose
I've composed flows
That work In a steady level
Never disheveled
And my words of hurt concur
To never slur
Or become verbally absurd
Cause I've learned
To not believe in
Words deceiving while receiving
And heard from the herd
And in half what's seen
Even the obscene
Might come clean
Just might reverse their curse
And convert to serve
So as an illegal regal serf
In the shadows of plateaus I lurk
Sad and disturbed
As the wicked perp
Seeks to curtail and usurp
But change can occur
Like a nihilistic jerk
To a caustic holistic herb
Never tossed a sadistic nerd
I sever the masochistic perp
Too many chickens chirp
My syllables are far from simplistic slurp
Even my radical thoughts
Are mathematical
And during my sabbatical > taught
That my soul was never bought
Was NEVER sold or purchased
Which is why I get serpents nervous
Even since way back
When I was a nervous wreck
Popping Percocet
Knowing the hurt was next
My vision blurred, syllables slurred
And every word was vexed
I learned to converse through verse
Became isolated and curt in treks
Continuously jotting down
And before dispersing I was inserting text
This ain’t a wordy jest
While hurting I'm still disconcerted
Yet worry less
And my foresight is a blurry mess
Yes, I confess
No more prognosticated theories
For those that take time to hear me
I sincerely
Speak dearly to the weary
Knowing that ALL OF YOU
Are whom my peer be
Even in days so dreary
I will speak clearly
And as my end draweth near
I will continuously draw near thee
Expecting respect
Yet never wishing for anyone to detest, loathe or fear me!