Achieving Spans

I Absorb these jabs, to show that I can Hold and Redact,

My madness and Control it to Mold and Weave Raps,

No matter how many riches I'll gain I've Grown to Need Rags,

Because at my Core I'm Doomed to this Chore, to Repeat Laps,

Around this crown of Thorns and Creamed Cats,

I'm in line with the Deceased Rats with Diseased Gats that Sneeze Fast

Makin the entire Corps Feet Dance,

Spirit Torn but I Need That to Keep the Trance,

[The Completed Man reaching for the Complete Atman],

Destroying the Links that Latch together to form this Freak of Chance,

I'd give an arm and a leg to Feed the Fans,

If the crowd would Heed this Rant,

Believe the Plan that I've concocted in this [Heated Land],

But they want the [desert], and to [Eat The Hand],

[That Feeds and Scrams], Fuck I'd rather Cheat than Grieve or Prance,

I don't want another second just need some Peace and Scraps,

To take another leap of faith and Increase my Stance,

Yet all I get are breadcrumbs because life is so bedlam I wake up in Screams,

Smothered in Dreams by Ants, Living a life like no other with no Cheese or Grants,

These are Facts, that I am forever Beat and Damned,

But fuck if I ever make it, it won't be because I stopped going over these Beats to Cram,

Words and syllables to Achieve the Span,

Of a poet which is to see the Oblique and Tap it with their Greasy Hands,