Syrax Without Syntax Poem by Rodney Dufault

Damn, I just had the worst day/ had some turd say/ that my wordplay/ was third grade/ because I wouldn't curse hate/ but there's no worse fate/ than a fake verse spake/ to send you through reverse space/ I think ya'll need a word brace/ before you crumble like the world trades/ and you can end up in a hearse case/ if you disperse waste/ so put away your purse mace/ and nevermind who's first place/ I've loved this ever since I heard 'Face/ and keep up on it at an absurd pace/ and if this was all a bird race/ I've got two fingers right in third place/ so learn grace/ and see how every word's placed/ I turn rage into pages/ and make you nervous like a first date/ I'm an irate/ primate/ hot headed like desert climate/ I thirst lakes/ my nerve's ache/ and in the worst case/ I'm violent/ a giant/ causin' earthquakes/ from the first state/ all the way to the universe's birthplace/ mostly silent/ and defiant/ in the face of the law 'cause I aint buyin' it/ threw me in the wild/ expectin' me to die in it/ but I crawled outta the lion pit/ now I've got a child cub I've sired/ and a lioness/ the magnifier/ of my desire/ who I inspire with/ the strength I have acquired/ and all that I require's this/ my family is my entire bliss/ and if you think that makes me tired/ shit/ I'll fill my mouth with gasoline and spit the hottest fire/ bitch/ punch you in the iris/ with an iron fist/ your spinelessness/ has spread like wildfire/ viruses/ but I resist/ and climb ever higher/ immune to piousness/ and liars/ and I aspire/ to remain riotous/ until the day that I am finally dust/ I insist/ to assist you/ in your decision/ to desist fool/ before I rip you/ a new one in your cranial tissue/ I take issue/ with the misuse/ and abuse/ I have been through/ solely because that is what men do/ so I invent who? / Syrax the maniac in my mental/ I'm actually a brainiac/ who act's like a devil/ in fact/ I'm on my way back/ from an attack/ on your central/ nervous that my system is not impervious to men who/ pretend to/ befriend you/ then when it comes time to defend you/ they just end you/ just like my pad and my pen do/ lyrically rend you/ into so many pieces that nobody could mend you/ I defeat legions with my pencil/ and only swear allegiance/ to my regents/ who have been true/ throughout the seasons/ from ninety four to the most recent/ decent/ men and women who I respect for many reasons/ angels and heathens/ I love you all the same and forgive you of your treasons/ we all have our demons/ I have so many that I can even feel 'em breathin'/ and screamin'/ when I'm sleepin'/ or daydreamin'/ inside my head and I can't beat 'em/ but I need to defeat 'em/ so I can proceed to my freedom/ I just need the keys/ and the cure for this disease/ that keeps me beat up.