From Insult to Injury

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I’m not a subject of much talk, much interest/
Put out in the public to walk and touch victims/
But ridiculed after at opportune instants/
When life needs excitement and hypness in inches/
Just enough to serve up illogically personal forums as storms that damage an already torn decorum/
Of course you don’t want rock whats been worn/
Its better to just grimace at it, then ignore it/
Understand convenience, respect that whats seen as a meltdown is really a “fell down” genius/
First liked then loved then concerned then burned then urged then encourged by those that never learned/
Life aint a quick fixable abrakadabra pattern/
Kinda enticing to see pain fall out the cavern/
When you want it to be crushed, beaten and battered/
Alongside the siamese twin tryin to change his actions/
Flip the script in your current state of being/
Then rip your lips for not thinking before speaking/
Questioning issues wit uncomfortable reasonings/
Sad cause the last cat had better luck breathing/
Did it ever occur to you that the span of the lung capacity tugged rapidly at survival, that’s why obstacles come after me, both commerades and rivals, stand ins holdin tight to cannons and rifles/
The staple of safety, legal, and lengthy/
Always safe and secure if you leave in Langley/
You take the brutal truth and use it to hang me/
Then you put the nuese in storage for hidding and saving/
Just case there’s another scuffle or debaccale/
That stomps on your face and rumples it to waffles/
Then you come to my space with your stumbles and your problems/
Expectin an answer like I’m humbled and honored/