I wish my style were dazzling
So I could drink it up like gasoline
A thousand words for every gallon,
I'd think I'm part of Stalin's team:
For every criticism cast at me,
Combusting like an engine's dream
Or freshly-loaded magazine
Like a line thrown to a river to disrupt the river's placid scene
Well I'll pull you down into the depths, you'll be the oysters' balance beam
You're stirring ripples without warrant
I don't want your turbulence or torrent
And you claim it's only honesty but your honesty's abhorrent
So I try to ignore it,
Send back the hook before it finds the soil and claws for it,
Roots in deep,
Anchors in the mud like those thoughts that can creep
into your head like thuds just before you fall asleep,
Thoughts of daytime thoughts of high school thoughts of futures where my voice will rule
And I hold goblets with gems and gobble what you condemn because
I love the way my chewing annoys you
When the room is silent and sound won't end
And I'll make you stare at the muscles on my face
Move out and roll in at an oil derrick's pace
You think I'm chewing a meal but your cringing's the appeal,
So I drill my muscles even harder, extract the hate you want concealed
Providing more nutrition than my mother's early meals
Cooked with protein and vegetables and a parent's concerned zeal,
I eat with my mouth open until you use your hands like a seal
over your eyes to neglect the stimulus that bangs on your ears like screwdrivers
Whose laughs resound in heavens so the sky will cackle teal.
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