Wise Cracks

Yo Im like a needle lookin for hay
all the thoughts inside
ending up in dismay
removed the eyes no insight
weave the wool block the light
I'm sensing the rising hunger
now my teeth wont bite
adaptive like the blind
so I'm conjuring these symbols
lickity split here's the syllabals

my thoughts transcend time and space
taking me back retrace
back to the highschool boy 
nervous and shy
playin video games to get by
contemplating paths taken
connecting the shapes
always see the segments
when is the lunch break?

now ima fight off the wyverns
paid the solitary penance
nucleur launch detected
my sattelites adept
all targets are selected
got us locked in text
strugglin with the sexes
too much trouble with truth
commiserating with the spirits
I'm at the bottle's end
debating fears like a hobo 
on the one way train
these worries feel ingrained
but the chill has worsened
all I'm catchin are the flurries

fingers quicker than the brain
as I'm typing these lines
intuition pops from inside
defeat the robots of the mind
now I'm stuck in the game
feeling myself become tame
wise actions a bore
rather be soaring 
but these problems wont abandon
back to the mmor-pig
collecting golden items
been enough mopin and lame
my life's a piece of circuitry
and I'm overclocking
steam pouring from my sockets
turning out my pockets again

I'm sagacious with the game
another goal another frame
but I'm concentrating on process
fleeing the froth and the fame
diggin my own ditches
just an attraction to the grit
caught a few more stitches
a bloodied composite
now I'm speedin through the scenery
transcendent memery
takes willpower to feed
the teaming masses and their need
my ribs pokin through
on this low emotion diet
still watchin sparks fly 
doin time for mental riots

now ima strike back like a cobra
so many tussles with sober
been feelin like a turtle
my shell of majestic silver
it's me, hi, my only enemy
narcissistic personality 
reborn again, yay, i'm saved!
too many bouts with the mirror 
each shard of feeling
a stabbing scrape as it gleams

I'm like a trapped phoenix 
struggling to escape the river Styx
caught in a vine network
pruning these leaves hella quick
tearing out the thorns
anticipation for the grapes
never give up on the tries
sayin fuck you to the fake
society and its prizes
obfuscation and lies
percolating from their eyes
attempts at traumatic bonding
promising reprieve
so many lames in focus
submissive aims make weak
twisting the truth they speak
I peer right through it
feel the chill of their coils
tightening at my neck
open my lips to speak
all I manage is a squeak
another struggle and a whip
another slap for each lack
in return the swift response
more sophistry and wisecracks