“Peel Back the Neon”
Spit shine the bitter truth—
no sugar coat, no soft landing.
The real rolls in like thunder
wearing citrus and static.
We bite back with tongues dyed bright.
Laugh lines splitting
through fluorescent doubt.
No algorithm knows how hard we hit
when we hit with nothing to prove.
Peel back the neon skin— under it:
something too loud to fake.