Lavishly in this space of mine,
I space out into this space with
pace for the race of greed in mind.
My race built perfectly to last against
the rays of hardship upon which we race
against the beast and giants of this world.
Intertwined in laces I brace myself against
failure, the brother to depression, but make
no mention, these are just random thoughts
of my unbalanced state of mind.
A state where only joy and
positivity resides. Aside from the general
laws of relativity and attraction, I confide
and believe in the possibility of soul mate.
We mate intimately and then you say your late,
but I can’t help thinking of the men before me.
Okay; clean slate, perhaps we ought to rekindle
via a date, but too late my love for you already on
Keep calm; you’re angry, only because I’m the
mastermind who creates the platform for your hate.
Can you not see I’m the grandmaster. I remove the em
and put the c in caster. Like jasper can you not see I’m opaque.
The unreadable mysterio with tentacles of uncanny abilities.
Give me a canister and I’ll show you what I can do.
After that I will need a barrister to prove my innocence
Heir to the throne of Lanister, I’m wittingly reliable, able to
capitalise on your weakness for my capability.