COURAGE.CONSCIENCE.CONSISTENCY

Deep deep ish..my Jagger makes swagger...look like geek nerds and patrol men with bad bladders;
Worthless...my verse vs. a herse down to the wire of which is comming in first;
These choices and divorces of hobbies and beauty bodies occupy my thoughs like red vest in large lobbies;
And resturants, from breast to heart the first I start burst apart into verbs and adjectives which worse then a curse from Bart;
These heads...have no brains mentally thoughtless, but productive in a thought process;
Although the steady pace seems to win the race I sprint a thousand miles just to give losing a taste;
The ish we face make dieing look like a good place..as if a grave site is the goal of a hood race;
But the ordinary is no longer ordinary,
Lifting burdens on my trail just to have more to carry...clearly!