Scattered and scarred
Life tattered, battered and tarred
Un-American hit, like I’m batting abroad
Amidst fits of rage a misfit’s emerged
Bliss shit’s a page when i split a rift into words

Each page like bright stage lights
Deep brain fights keep veins tight
Bleak saved might peak, rage like
Heat wave bites these strange nights

Peep game type ill like hospices
Proselytizing novices with ulterior auspices
Suspicious the vicious impetus that’s longer than a Christmas list

Fictitious the script, using jewelry to blind you
Traces of double-faces on bracelets, suicidal,
On the wrists it is writ
The gist of Justice trusted within my league
I split atoms to find the rib that created Eve

My passion is a catalyst
I breathe flames into the hearts of pyromaniacs just to light a fire under their ass
My energy is a burden akin to the bag on Santa’s back and I am happy for the gifts
Blessings in an unseen package left to be unwrapped once the kid inside wakes up.

– Malcolm Barrett

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