Family Circles
It seems the stream of life becomes the cream of strife
Feeding these demon types who are breathing fights
I'm shielding the fiends that like to transform into menaces
Not realizing that Mom's face behind bottles are grimacing
So these bombs race, combine throttles into apologetic pleas
Watching the roots become lethargically weak, dislodging knees
Topple the steed, grounding the rampage, halting the fleeing
Redirecting the infection, stopping the exulting, demeaning
Retooled to a skill set not common to a field vet, enter sweat
And binges into splintered sex and demented regrets
Better yet, when my Mom escapes, I'm raped by fate
Some bathing apes with blood ties tried to displace my grapes
Felt that these roots needed a new soil, shot 6 times....
Plot that dimes drop cop lines that cop ties stop 6 guys
Who would believe that in the mist of all this grief
These bald Zangeif types persist to inflict without relief....
The circle continues without pause, destroying opportunity's venues
And it doesn't support the fathoming thoughts on how this continues
Like it's bred in the sinew that displays a menu to defy logic
Becoming comical in the phonics that contort actions with bionics
I'm only a superhero when the world is right.....
Fighting the curvature of our state is like day swirled with night
Hot being in the presence of cold, strong being weak
I walk......trying to repair these broken fleeing feet
Breaking the concrete from this repetition of deception
Reflecting the conception of decriminalizing our partitioned
Unifying these static inhibitions from it's dissension
Hoping for the family life this field vet has envisioned........
And I will love that stream of life.....