Burrow of a Hare

Growing up neck deep in adversity, Showing up afflicted by insanity,

Throwing up twisted phalanges, Flowing up the stilts with no mercy,

Knowing what’s up at odds at best 50/50, browbeat lumped by reality, chow chummed up for shark frenzy, kowtowed summed up by society, how do you muppets expect us tto react really?

No matter what be okay, although the School of the Hard Knock bang proper, clap-back this way, with words empowered like Greyskull weaponry mightier than a sword, pen at the ready for all-out war, Rocksteady and Bebop cowboy, Heart and Feet fail me not exploding like T-N-T with an M-16 in the middle more than Malcolm walking around your campus asking Heisenberg what’s cooking turtle soup? Armageddon coming up like Godzilla or Drogon full Targaryen Fire and Blood in dire brimstone, what’s new?

Fact or Fiction, what’s reality? Alternative to societal pressure, groupthink patient-zero, public-enemy number 1, prompted to the third degree alpha-numerically, and categorically broken-down psychologically, like Achilles’ heel or Samson’s hair clipped automatically, existing as ghost embodied by a shell or fractal-factoral fractional to what you’re supposed to feel, show and tell expose freely under the facade of being cool and calm diving off the wall brick-and-mortar built by flesh, blood, bone, sweat and tears of sacrificial years of bondage having to accept life is not fair but savage and so at all times compliant, how does one not salivate and bite-down hard not today not having it even if I have to go out hard like an opera Figaro orchestra full octave messa forte with the dropped bass of a fugue accompanied by that bell tolling for thee, and in the reverie balancing the weight of worth given the llife-expectancy.

By DV8NT.