see me at my best, see me at my worst
whats to come if i've a choice will surely be a first
no need repeatin, nor lame retreatin
countin' coup is like gum on a shoe we all take beatin
and stuck underfoot's the trail of tears
of miles that shred and rivers fed of salty grindin gears
that focus gaze upon the grail
rollin earth, sky of peace, and bonds beyond bail
for at my least i'm a cultured beast
upon his story we verily feast
indentured to rhyme for this brief time,
enslaved to form to serve the norm which is a legal crime
even at my peak an even keel and a fairish deal
shall hull this craft beyond repeal
to venture seize, touch the base, plant flags of poems
and hatch the artifice beneath the dome