the acidic self

Isolated,
And orchestrated--
I, the screech of skidding tires,
You, the golden blurred out street

“Join me; bring your axe!" you say
"A burgeoning mind we must assail
Gather all who are indignant
Let us overwhelm him”

So deep beneath you go
Your bellowing echo,
That silent, “Oh no”
Swallowed whole
By me

I am isolated from,
But in harmony with,
The vibrating world
Blaring my booming bass,
I beat-box boisterous rhythms
For the needy masses

At least, I proclaim such benevolence
While actuality, I undermine humanity,
Smothering up their frequencies
With sonorous sagacity

I’m not contrite about it
No atom of me is distraught
Nor am I regretful
(The world lacks brave thoughts)

I'm no Goliath, I will not be toppled,
But I'm a lone giant, nonetheless—
Time will prove my fate

So lie back
Empty your soul
And shake some spirit free
then I’ll barge in,
Unobserved,
And steal your liberty

For the only sin of genius
Is to let you weak be free
So to is misery
Frail minds must have not liberty