Disarm me

Blood, sweat and tears dragging their feet for years,

Soul worn thin,

Thin mints ain't enough to remove the stink,

The stench,

The contempt,

Contempt of St. Peter's court,

Courting the rich and heinous,

Sporting a new Yeezy line,

Yet crossing it,

Criss-crossing it,

Hop-scotching it,

Play fair and square,

'Cheat' exclaim those badged with defeat,

Knife in the back,

They all fall down.

Taking me as a joker,

Crowned me the king of comedy,

Crowned me the king of 'somethings wrong with me',

Ducking responsibilities by clowning about,

I'm now the rich and heinous, 

Favours in the form of shout-outs,

"No? What if I put out?"

Considering no longer resting,

Now detesting my former morals,

Resting within an internal quarrel,

Over whether superficiality is everyones speciality,

Feeling disconnected from technological reality,

Reality of distractions finally losing traction,

Grinding to a halt,

Hitting the grindstone with your null-blade,

Huh,

It's well-played I guess,

You're still the technological barmy army,

Stepping in line to rearm me.