Spockgato - Perky & Pointy

https://www.reddit.com/r/OldSchoolCool/comments/lxvt4p/mr_kotter_teaching_janet_a_lesson_so_she_can/

Have a great weekend Sir 

I’m not Jack the Ripper , I’m Jack the Tripper , attackin’ Janet’s immaculate back and hourglass figure , I’ll devour her clam , eat her ass for dinner ,
I guess I’m a sinner ,
but I keep that hope ,
cuz that bitch has magic tits that be in my scope , and if she’s in the vicinity of my bistro , she’ll be givin’ me the deepthroat , on her knees with the choke , no joke ,
I’ll leave my Christmas Snow on her cheek till it explodes ,
like a boisterous “ Triiiiiiiiippppppaaa ! “ from Mr. Angelino , I’m on that lean yo , like something sweet in the Texas heat , you keepin’ the flow ?
cuz I’m movin’ and shakin’ , like the maneuvers Jack did screwy when Janet took him to that shivoo in amazement ,
his body electric , bendin’ like a twizzler ,
he made an ass of himself then made amends its a riddle , can you keep up ? can you follow the words ? spockgot’s solemn prophecy , it’s not for the nerds ,
who can’t seek and destroy , cuz syntax is key , and if I have to repeat , I’m annoyed…..

Pack , I’m having a great weekend , a little tired , but I’m strong , it’s all good , thanks for the shout out , love Kotter’s mesh top , too funny , wow dem sweet titties , her not him , I’m just battling right now , like a battle of the network stars , battling the reality that I believe I’m just too naturally high for the people around me , and it causes friction , because I won’t stand for mundane bullshit 

Slow deaths ….motherfuckers breathe but they don’t live ,
only focus on what you can control , I don’t condone your overtones , you a cold bitch ,
frozen in the pusssy like some ice cubes in the freezer ,
you might get lucky once or twice and make the right moves but it’s highly unlikely you a leader
you a beater
like your pop’s chevy nova
desecrated by your own behavior no accelerator where’s your motor 
you’re no soldier
cuz you’re quivering and you’re shaking
and basically a baby shivering from the penetrating
arctic raw ,
harsh winter of your sins bitch this isn’t a barter naw
cuz I make no deals with the blind and the dumb
who’s minds work fine and eyes can dial up the sun
what the fuck
get a grip
it’s your own ignorance that’s holding you back 
so I cut no slack
and destroy everything in my path
whether it’s little or big or just a pittance like your ass……

I’m big but not red , a preposterous mix of the cosmos and a dimension you have not yet entered into inside some skin that thinks not simple but complex , unpolished but yet I glisten like some bling on Pac’s neck , i’m a demonstrative individual not following in the cynical rhythms or the hypocritical hot mess , of unapologetic political monsters wanting to abolish the instinct to not give into the sins of nonsense
spock says
know your role ,
and shut your mouth
you’re not a locomotive homie you’re just lonely ouch
i already know your program , and that you’re broken down , and that you’re only focusing on your ovaries and what goes in your mouth ,
shittin’ out 
murder in the written 
for all these finicky nerds to absorbed in their fiction
you want a war ? you’re sellin’ yourself short
you should want a warning cuz a collision
is coming it’s your self destruction you’re not a something you’re just beginning 
cuz you’ve just been birthed right now
coming from the cervix of my words you’re not my first but son I’m proud……

Awesome writing!!!

I don’t care what color of the rainbow you may fall, but that was exquisite writing.

You set a tone, a rhythm, a story with mere words.

99.67% of the population can’t do that.

If you want to know how to get to Carnegie Hall, practice, practice, practice.

Well done.

@spockgato

Whether you wanna attack my stature , or pat me on the back till it hurts , and scabs manifest across my blue and blackened flesh till it turns rancid with the worms ,
feasting ,
on my meat lined suit ,
like an obese southern “ queen “ makin’ a beeline to ,  
the Golden Corral ,
so she can be foul ,
when eatin’ that fowl ,
and even bein’ so obscene as to throw some fuckin’ cheese and the whole chicken bone in her mouth ,
no doubt ,
my prose isn’t sound , cuz it’s written off the visions
explodin’ in my dome all around my scope in the middle of my blinkin’
as I think things
and find it peculiar
like why do minds exist if they’re not trying to be kings in wiseness the future 
it’s riddled with fear
like impending danger , anxiety’s on the multiply
you , your brother too , your mother Gertrude plus the other guy
right there , sittin’ in the cubicle 
across from you 
he’s lost too and often confused 
doublecrossed by these dungeon bosses who haven’t taught the correct laws or sought the truth
hidden in the daylight
fakes be like
” you’re crazy “
but fuck you I don’t think so
as the mystery of unknowns takes a dump on my brainstem 
so go ahead and place your bets ,
the favorite says “ I’m crazy “ but don’t chase , you’re hexed….