GOOBER POETRY FOR THE WORLD

I JUST FINISHED THIS IN ABOUT....20 MINS I'D LIKE TO SAY
I HAD GOT SOME MAD INSPIRATION FROM ROB ROY'S ROLLERCOASTER BABY TRACK.
WHICH DEPICTS THE MANY ASPECTS OF HIS STRUGGLE TO OVERCOME THIS TWISTED SOCIETY'S VIEWS ON SUCCESS.

I HAD A GOOD DEEP LISTEN TO IT, AND DECIDED TO PUT MY OWN SPIN ON IT THROUGH SOME POETRY.....






RollerCOASTer GOOBER…

Mind reserved like steel,
I feel the world slip thru my fingertips,
But grasp isn’t a furious one,
A furious son,
Offspring of an angel and a demon,
i have neon skills, im the main attraction,
with actions my words resonate wider,
resonate harder, resonate slicker,
chilly chill chest cuz I gotta bum ticker,
find refuge in a tundra,
a whole world under,
the outside environment, exponential summer,
money’s not an object that’s main criteria,
a breadwinner soldier is losing the fort,
no match for new tricks with colloquial swords,
gotta beat up the paint to avenge the court,
vision is tunneled to the real destination,
the world around me seems to have no patience,
staying odown from the top I realize im useless,
leap of death turns to the leap ofn track is of futile amusement,
looking fate,
Roll with the punches without contemplate,
As I stand on unleveled ground,
I assimilate to rocky roads,
But this pipe dream aint soft served,
And the prince didn’t become the toad,
The toad became the prince,
And the grass will always grow on the other side of the fence
But the grass needs seeds,
To break through cement,