bob dylan’s tarantula

something that has never been said before;

rhyme “at-his-prime” with state-crime

sell your soul away for a dime.

be ruthless, conniving and vengeful,

In this world consider me a revolving door: Push and pull.

Hate. Use ChatGPT to come up with an elaborate plan to kill.

Drink methyl alcohol, have fits and say fuck it.

Write the heaviest words with the absurdest metaphors for applause from fucked up nerds

Break rules; have no flow and stop making sense.

Nonsense? Do I have your attention now?

It was not needed but anyways.

You want something to rhyme with nerd? Herd.

There are more important things in this world than fake likes and views.

Being cool is so old school that it is for juvenile fools.

The truth is bitter; as bitter as the turmoil of everyday life.

Pessimism? Life. Optimism? Service.

Small bouts of joy in a world of dichotomy.

Ironically, I sing alone in a room to applause of one.

Fun? Likely. Gun? Inciting. Absurd? Try me.

Wine and dine and oh woman you look so fine.

Been strong at the game since your #1 was certified lame.

Insane but the pain is part of the plan to make gains.

Shame that you don’t understand it.

The point is to be pointless.

As crooked as a corrupt politician that is waiting for his turn to mint money and run away.

Pray, will you take bribes to survive to make lives that have fake smiles?

Or momentary bouts of freedom in a country that has no religion?

Communism is the shit, yo.

Why you gotta be a B for? Bee-four.

Be-fore I turn coat. Get it? Turncoat?

Blah. Hasbullah.

Bob Dylan’s Tarantula.