Stormchaser

I'm prepared for the apocalypse
Harvested praiseworthy proverbial pollen
And lost it all in a gust of wind
Augustus like gusto against the brute force of life
You can bury the tongue that speaketh but
My voices echo through these chambers like a poltergeist
Necro, philia or phobic
I ain't speaking Polish ain't moral policing either
Just a poet's portrayal of pure duality
Naturally, John Doe would live to fight another day
Storm chaser different
He pull up with cataracts for the eyes of the hurricane

It gets cloudy in here But I permeate through the cumulus
Similes, metaphors, soliloquies Lately I talk like a revolutionist
Who knew what it would be like I'm writing in fe fi
Fo fums till blue fingers and sore thumbs Blue like
There's poison stuck in my windpipe
But there's a storm coming
Darkness canopy the sky vultures flying in circles like I'm trying to mourn
something
Amnesty was absent in my adolescence
So if the world is my mirror I have no forgiveness to show for it

Settle down
You ain't no shogun you charlatans should chauffer my shit around
Don't ask me to spit around and chicken back to the coop now
Oh, Poindexter, what of this poise if the poignant can't relate with it
Fiction turn into philosophy the moment you resonate with it
Send some hate with it my way Yahweh couldn't save you,
I'm off the sake, don't parley with Pasifal, that's just me as a person
Cut from the cloth of Perseus Persevered through the darkest of times
To see the brightest of suns
Where the fuck is Midas's touch when you need it?
I'm knee-deep in thesis trying to see why John is okay with it
I find Midas, cut his arm off
And I slap him in the face with it, Face facts
The apex Megalodon is out the reservoir
Have my vultures snatch your medallions
These talons don't waive au revoir
Oligarch of my zip code Rappers ought to rest in piss bro
Hard to resist simple pleasure No push to start
I put the keys in the 800 seasoned But I still rip this bitch like it's a Nismo
Kiss my dick hoe, Piss on the world is the maxim I live by
Poetus Maximus meets Erasmus The scavenger finally made it
The fat lady singing in soprano after years of being berated
Belated condolences The holds of fear in your life
Been masked as patience
The family heirloom passed through generations
Rite of passage old as mankind We metamorph into sitting ducks
Johnny might let it go but storm chaser don't give...