Holdin’ Court

I’m your favorite writer’s favorite writer, I write what I want. I build worlds and kill kings, I’m an assassin of prose. I’m an Edgar Allen professional, an Omnidirectional, titan fighting sentinel, writing the full pages in just a matter of days, I’m good.

This sheet of paper is between us, but when I flex on this side, you might see the indention my intentions outline— Stacking meaning to the ceiling I’m on a mission to figure out my mind, and where the solutions lie. The key to the cypher, double meaning engineered in rhymes… And then the wind died. The window opened up and someone froze time

They’ve unmasked me, the Sinister Exaggerator, an Inkslinger, the Fictionmaster with the pad and paper— they saw right through the hazmat suit. Now, Succumb to my handgun on the battlefront, and I’ll peel your wig back like Zanatos on Gargoyles… shouting “a curse on all of your houses, you mother fuckers will never see another good book again without me!”

My thoughts resonate within an angry mind, desecrating my placement in space-time, to place hands heavy on the keyboard, the measure of your ability isn’t in precision, it’s in hitting the next key against heavy fingers.

the poem’s I write stream of consciousness, take a right and end up in my dreams, just wanderin’—

social engineering will do in a snap, on a mission to capture you’re attention for just a sec.

Shit, you know what I realized recently? I always wanted to rap in the industry. I looked at all the things they had, and said, “Yeah I could fake enough to have that.”

But shit I shouldn’t, cause I’m on the come up. Why spend a few hundred for a video to make a thousand? You know big brother’s gotcha, You know they’re watchin’ me, wandering and znn znning down hallways. But I ain’t doin’ shit. I’m just writing, shattering fragile glass beliefs, I’m a runaway. Call me Big Mikey. On a mission to have more aka’s than shady, I have my own rules and ethics. Besides. Being a gangster ain’t what it used to be. If you think it is, you ain’t been there. Let’s all stop believing the bullshit, we’re an endangered species, us trap lords.