Out here in this chaotic world lies distractions, disguises and thirst traps.
Followed by a handful of drama looking for necks to snap.
It's rather easy to fall victim to a permanent dirt nap.
Except I forgot my pillow, gotta go, no time for a quick chit chat.
This week has been full of elementary irritation,
More annoying than a Zimmerman interrogation.
At every corner, another wild annoyance appeared.
With morning breath nagging nuisance in my ear.
Through all of these moans of these bitches and ho's in this salty ocean.
Rising over them like high tide while they replied "O-Shit!"
The wave was treacherous, my balance was even worse.
Couldn't tell by my landing with the judges awarding me first.
Whining and crying is acceptable under certain conditions,
No one wants to deal with the water works distracting from the mission.
Wipe them water boogers from your eyes,
Less bitching, it's time to put on that armor and forward strive.
My B.S. detector is on red, time for a cool-down.
Plug it back in for a quick charge as I press restart.
Tearing things up, a start from scratch is in order.
Clawing my notepad like a caged animal trapped in a dark corner.
Ow my face! Well you shouldn't have put your eye there.
Watch out for the other one, it could be next.
Or maybe your thorax since you don't say shit with your chest.
Scattering to the streets unwanted pest.
On my own two feet in an upright position.
Near the finish but not in pole position.
A variety of matter in between the cracks of my Tims.
Finito. Completo. Now it's your turn...suit up Slim.
My arsenal has been upgraded, skills at +5.
Don't forget those potions. Increased chances to survive.
Objectives painted for you, the enemy lies in the wait.
This is survival mode. The controller is in your hands.
Will you survive? Welp, that answer is in your hands.
Cheers!
(Kazie's Daily Musical: "Survival" by Eminem)
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