Insomnirhymes ( Poetry )

i'm peripatetic
i need litres of anaesthetic,
can't stop pacing the room,
and i'm spitting shit just to forget it.
mind's racing and soon
if i don't settle these sentences into a beat
i be sent to a cell before descending to sleep.

my thoughts are a fortress of force
and i'm flawless in four-four time,
not to mention my feet are designed
to stomp sixteen different kinds of defeat in your face,

so be seated and stay silent
my rhymes are licensed to remain violent
and spray lines of leaden lyrics
that deaden critics
quicker than space pilots

and i'm sick and my face's violet
with violence and rage, i'm filing this guage
to remove the serial

so know i'm-a get you like capone got venerial.

Oleh Lauri Love