A mind full of lies to unlearnbecomes being mindful of the energy burn and there ain't nobody here but us chickens, so I'm feeling cocky enough toreference my deep cut competitiondown in the dank to peak or beakthis poetic language couched...

I often go for the scene.I want the story intertwined,In the angle of the bottle.The whole mood,Of the narrative,In the contour.And it is the angleAnd the contourThat keeps me in.Like a hungry cat before its food.