You're a slave to your calling,
Thoughts messed up words are sprawling,
You need to organize, your style I don't recognize,
This you need to realize, when you enter my mix
My poetry hits you so hard your beliefs do the splits.
Leave your literature world blown to bits.
That is right to smitherines you mainstream fiends.
Spend your time trying to be indy, but everyone is indy you are no different,
It's not my fault you tried to hook left I turned right and shit got distant.
