I Scent Ammunission - Poem by Ximmi Moon
Mirror, mirror hangin' on the wall
Don't mean a goddamn thing at all!
Hoochies of Gucci, Armada, and Prada:
You're more slave and savage than Las Vegas, Nevada!
Yeah, it's infectious. I know it's your PRECIOUS! ! ! -
Pure, manure - style of the sewer enmesh us
In a curse within her purse, diasporic commerce;
An economic epidemic - antifloric hearse
Eclipsing eyelids, these red-lipped pirates,
Worshipping virus, teasin' sweatshop violence.
Deuteranomaly speaking, I'm a numismatic sporadic
Exodic, philanthropic, phantom phenom of havoc
Igniting neurons for a synthetic, superficial moron,
Exploding new clear fusion! I'll continue to pour on
The sodium chloride into that guise of wax,
Ammunission aside, I'm a reprise your syntax.
A through Z. Your one, two and three.
No more songs for Johnny Cash money
Cuz Cain is able, yes sirree!
Bloodstain his label from society,
Ordain through cable your democracy,
Mundane coup fable for banality
To combat an immortal personality.
You rape the souls of reality,
Encasing their brains in a pharmacy,
Erasing the names of a predigree,
Debasing the fame of my ancestry,
Immunizing mutants for eternity,
Baboonizing pollutants to better me!
Have you lost your mind or simply your integrity?
Do you still have a spine contorted as can be?
Or the snout of a swine snortin' for free,
The essence of life from a tribe called WE? !
If this is so, then I have your attention.
I ain't John Doe. I'm the king of dissension! ! !
Thought I'd let ya know before my ascension
To the pentagrammatic power of comprehension
That I have attained through the retention,
Calibrated lifeblood, and stellar extension.
Enunciated strife flood spanned apprehension -
A torrential downpour of ice-cold ammunition,
Freezing your spirit with divine intervention,
Unleashing my demons for humanity's fission...
There's a word for that and it's MANUMISSION! ! ! ! !
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