Man
He came from bitter dark to slay hearts
And quietly replace working organs with clay parts
To freebase murk with jerks and hurt more again the fae-barked
To simmer darts with tin traces, win races and chart farts
Moreso he laces, paces, lurking more than he preys on marks
From coarse places, he screams stasis and hearts a flock of mock-winged larks
Like blistered loan sharks, he lays silence on gilded harps
Scissor-born and stark, his gaze unsettles, infarcts
And disgusts even the most skilled of tarts. His every word barks
Builds fear into the grassy parks of narcs as he merrily dives
Into endless pits of sharps. He scarily jives, reciting psalms under mighty palms
Amid chaos he fairly thrives
It's the biting calm that he barely survives
His demeanor is brittle and brunt as he launches meaner stunts
His spittle is lumped; he sputters and hunts mothers and runts
His trunk is as thick as his transmittal is blunt
He bunts with a sickle and spelunks plumps
He confronts tickled chumps over bloody pickles and fickle rumps
He grizzles and grunts at ruddy chunks of hunk punks
He drizzles on drunks as he mutters of punts and stutters up, stumped
He jumps and he fronts, belittles and pumps, over-stunk and under-thunk
His riddles trump the sump in his gutter; his grumps unbuttered for once
His commital is shrunk, his love is bitter like mud, a-quiver like timber
His litter is limber, shunted to bigger clumps instead of a lingering dunce
He fizzles in dumps, his acquittal is bumped, he's chiseled and flunked
He brings affront like a monk debunked, he's a little bit crunk
He fiddles with funk for split wills and junk, fit pills and skunk
He twiddles and thumps his bunk
He critically humps and waits for the middle of the month
His griddle is gunked from scary skits with spunk
His sizzle is merrily sunk
His eyes are brown and black like loam
Uptown attacks the down and whacks around his stones
His pupil aground spews unbound, content to lounge with feudal clowns
In beauteous gowns on which sequins abound
His sleek surrounds and unsequences sounds
That sing of secrets to scrounge from the sinister underfound
Sequestering renown from sister-spinsters unshuttered, unbrowned
He lists cysts, shrouded in mist, rundown by his sadistic bliss
Which hovers and fists to the wrist, astounds for semesters and blisters ministerial treasures
He rewound soliloquies unround and hissed infrequent frowns
He chows down and re-tints the grounds administered by hounds
Who pet cooth and take ten pounds
He's a kept moose who leapt aloof and slept on truth
He schlepped a poof for reps and food
He's bereft of mood and oozes attitude
Like shrewd crude dudes who brew broods and crawl to fluster
He's a muscle-guster and trust-buster who brings brooms
To brawl brusque husks and buskers, boom or bust
His crust looms tall, tombs and all
As his blooms do fall from rust and gall
The ape apes crates and attacks flakes with rakes
Onlookers gape as he traipses, rapes his scrapes and becomes fellated bait
Long hookers bake his slate rod and belatedly place sod
His grace is greatly flawed; his bile is grog; he berates god and scares mates and mods
He skates and he nods, on grates, over bods, up late he trods; he faithfully maws
His fists are paws, his wrists are wastefully raw, his visage wraithfully thawed
He hastefully paused, painfully caused and hatefully applaused the breaking of laws
His trysts are jobs; he's pissed at knobs as he gobbles gobs of faking yobs who crisscross saws
He hobbles blobs for pots of rot and malted Scotch; faulted mobs launch his raunch
And ensconce his rep in fonts; his pace-full march is staunch
His haunch amid tasteful paunch bleeds hearts; his skeeze sparked; his fleas barked
He mace-fully taunts those thoughts that he haunts; his sleeve harked as his weave darked
He flows and traces over lines we marked
Wry teeth with gaps a mile wide; smiles weak, highs cease
His life is unmeek, every biting wipe a wild ride in a poor night's sleep
Pecs flex like fluffy fleece, while words drip like a white wine creek
Lies clean fly and teem from that mouth whose eyes preen like pre-teen pine
For the niece of a lean wife shy and sly, issuing a hex of sex, stylishly high
He uses high beams when low heat seems hi-tech and has ample sheen
Farmers tremble and sigh, sample beans and scamper free to shudder and cry
At the wink-brained giant with the animal mien
Who, think-lamed, tramples fields of rye, ragged leeks and jagged beets
In thick boots and staggered feet, he seeks wheat
Amid maggot meat and brambles that furiously feel of lye
His spleen in shamble-themed, his soul in ramshackle manacles that purely peel his cry
He's on a week's retreat with freaks, a fantastical sabbatical that would surely steal one's high
And drain drinks dry; his bastard tyrannical master fears to fly and casts free or die
He culls weak and light half-dullards with botanical plaster and healing sight
Under bleak skies, the beaten thrive faster, like a Satanic panic over fate and granite
Or math-mulling coloreds filling flights full and fuller
He rights lefts like bulls growing bolder as his hull blows holes in dolor
He's the sole soldier, the scalded sculler soldering sordid solar sores, sojourning unscored
His cohorts suborned his stubborn scorn
And turned his mind too far, too gone, too scarred to sound dumb
He sagely barred himself, wage-free and marred
His flu sang songs and rang long
He's slain throngs as his unknown fangs did done wrong
But at heart he's just a mule, his hard a shard
His must a fuel, his trust untouched
His bust is much too cool
His lack of lard is just a card we whitely drew
He lightly sussed the gust of muck and fussed fully cruel
He can lustfully cuss rust, luckily bejeweled. He muddles his musk and schools tightly
He's a bold husk, mite-free, mighty, who, told, does, spitely, a versatile tool, heightly
His coal dust brightens hues lightly and fills a purse with curses, verses mired in rules
When pointed at a wire duel, he can kill in ones and twos
Any pill would do for his murderspired school
He's no longer filler-drool, hired to be a dire blurter and fool
For we who spill his noodle and nill his doodle share blame
Like the unfairly framed, he's mentally lamed, we honed his strain
And trained his name, merely tolerated his sane, the kindness of Cain
The evil he buys next then should be slain
Freelance gain, sold high, his flames formally fried
His limited mindness, normalcy feigned
We could never let him try
On the far-flung reaches of Chesapeake beaches
He swims in bleaches with sand fleas and leeches
Grins chapped sea-lips at brackish waves
of secrets
His sins rap keylets as he slaps his way through teachers
Widdershins up American heaters, his grit traps leaflets
He beats down bitter sleepers who scream jeepers
He slings smack, crack and creepers at weak whack packs of weepers
His eyes leak tacks in racks, bloodshot peepers like roughshod lemurs
His semen reeks of bare flaws and lacks
His sweat of hairy hocks, hot hacks and tough-rod cleavers
His skin teams with tats under jackets of flack
As he grows ever meaner and diminishes his tact
Towards the bacned slacks who lust for hackneyed stats
Our stacks of bat-saddled rats strum slack-key
Belching blowjobs for sleek-beaded hats with no chattel calling
He seeks beetle pollen as he brings wide lats into battle
Swiftly-hauling, ever the deathly rattle
The skedaddled heifer's baffled, coffee-trawling
Better cattle than decaf hassle, softly galling risk-free
One thing's for sure, briskly mauling a trick knee strictly
With the wit of shit tea, he'll never tattle on that meerkat castle
Listfully fallen through mist, bully bawling fiddle-faddle
He fears that vassal's withered riddles will saddle shadows
As the middle paddle burns, he leers razzle-dazzle
To hide his inner tassel from white men with thinner assholes
He's a firehose of thuggery, the scared-fun paragon
Of unmild mean-muggery and child-free luggery
His pliers flow green and ruggedly, he uncoddles unhuggily
In wired snow-cages, he's muddled and mumbly
Humbly fed yeast noduled-humbuggery
Feasting liars of chuggery know the ease of his beast module
Teaching fondle-buggered sluggery
Muckily-mired toes are the least logical end-result of his atypical teen tuggery
He drudgily sires stumpy sows and sundry weeds in buyer's rows, reaping street druggery
Nuggery overgrown with the ridiculed needs of tired winos and pitiful thieves
Like a mage of mired woes or a sage for aspired modes, he runs free
He's chronically tonic-full and lumpy, conjugally dumpy
With bladed feed, ironical and funny, for fired foes
Who wheeze comically and runny, and wave tired blows moronically unsunny
On a stage for all the world's rage and sleaze chronicles
In a wig of follicles,