That Pound Of Steel Flesh

I make the absurd word waltz into life sentences

My flow can only grow until caught in parenthesis

I even ate a dictionary in the hope of presenting this

With emphasis on a skilled rhyme and reason ,

Time and season,

temperance filled with dangerous teasing

Pleasing on the one tongue clapping, the hidden hand laughing

The trees fall in the seas with the ease of no profound sound

My thoughts caught spinning into the ground ,

grinning into the mound

Singing for that pound of steel flesh ,

that couldn’t feel less

and brings about stress when no longer there.

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