Steel

I write still.
All bars. I write steel.
Dont sleep on me I'm quite ill
and my quill is like NyQuil
so my pen each night kills
unfulfilled sickness I might feel.
The hype's real
when life is like a highlight reel.
Neo dodgin,
blockin with Cap'n America's side shIEld
the side effects
of taking blue, red, or white pills.
Under the layer the knife peels- Morpheus.
Slice through middle America,
tear the torso up.
Whats in store for us?
The birth of a new nation
when more fetus are born readers.
No longer "the poor be US,"
when "e pluribus unum" goes to war,
The sword be US.
Justice beyond just them-
open the door for US.
The gate's locked
so the escape's blocked.
Eighteen's fate is eight shots.
Stray not from those safe spots
that we aint got.
That never on time late pops
will teach you to hate cops,
date thots, but not
how to effectively formulate thoughts.
Or be the top rated in a great slot.
But we try still.
Headed up an ice hill
with tricycle type wheels.
The pedal is harder than metal
but the flight's chill.
The outcome is
to become an alchemist
so its valuable that I still write steel.

Matters

Salute!

Souls sold, no solution to salud.
Solve the solute meaning of the loot.
Silence the food; balance the mood;
sail to sell dreams on televIEw news.

Stupid.

YOU! Tell the acute and derail the occult.
Dare to be true and jails the result.
Or failure of pulse. The impulse
to insult the belIEfs parents'll show.
Fairy tails, creating "barely" adults.

Mind doesn’t matter.
“Mine” over matters.
Mined into mother.
Mein Kampf covers.