Running Empty

My spines empty, I'm out of juice.

I feel the divine with me but I'm out to lose.

A dismount without the shoes.

A bliss found without the blues.

A twist around without the myth around to doubt my views.

A fist to the ground, I'm about to lift to the sound of shouts and boos.

For the haters spouting spews.

I'm burning pages that you put out for views.

I'm turning stages to grout and glue.

Your turning phrases to amount of poo.

Slurring ya mouth, spit out the doo.

I'm only stirring you cause I put out the new.

You whip out the chew.

I'm urging you to flip out and blew.

You'll wimp out and shoo.

I'll pull my dick out and your bitch will mount a coup.

To put her mouth around my cue.

You'll go south and pound a brew.

Your town will skew cause you vowed to be but wasn't allowed to be in my crew.

Ha Ha..