E=MC Escher
I want to get my mind right and find
the guide light to what I seek.
I want to get my work done and fun run
like they aren’t supposed to hurt none.
I want to shout loud and burst clouds
with my brain powers.
I want to express my frustration with a
heavy situation without any stipulations.
I want to Mario cart and master the art
of a smart racer.
I want to connect the dots and call the
shots like I’m drunk wise to your games.
I want to be infamous.
I want to hijack my personality from
those the blind could see what it means to me.
I want to say “more please” as you
pile it on, talk with my mouth full then sing a song.
I want to be right, bitch, taste it all
the way down.
You won’t like this, but my tight
fist is dialing in a pound.
I want to go cross-eyed and see all
sides, miss something and choke it up to a lost tie.
I want to sit there smug as you go pug.
I want to be complicated.
I want to stack my words like pancakes
that are too hot to handle.
I want to dance like you’re watching
and jealous.
I want to dive so deep Marianas hits
the trenches.
I want to creep when you sleep so the
cuts scar your dreams.
I want to mark my territory, no dogs
allowed.
I want to cross my arms when they can’t
reach all the way around.
I want to breathe.
