My particles are scattered all over the ceiling

Hot, dank, and gnarsty
run and tell that daddy
not a happy world for you and me 
lunch meat skanky
shaky beat-wise
he breathes in ironic juxtaposition,
so-called rap heroes,
more games than the NBA 
does he gate with less-than-girls
online obnoxious who
piss the same color as Logic.


Welcome to hotel basic bitch
in the briefcase: your soul,
the responsibility sold off,
and heavy on my mind 
did often days wispy
in our rightless digits
seep through like Hennessy
by a weak metabolism...


But do you want to save me?
Save me from my stubbornness?
From myself and my intellect?
Look at you, painter of 
better narratives! Believer
in what medication says:
you want to get away with 
anything, defended defenseless,
not unlike what I
like to see with those 
hospital control saudade
types.


You know who I'm talking about.
Shallow, derisive, yet unequal
parts fuck fantasy ready;
rope and milk, long socks,
too personal in public...
And especially now I'm jealous
I'm more stubborn and
Freudian like you than ever
before stigmatized but
now, more or less, relieved.