Bran-done Wyll-iamz

Rhetorical Poetry

 I resemble Giants but only shorter, dust snorter, others bullshit sorter, pro- aborter, women are truth distorters, ex- wife an extorter, for rights of my kids to court I will escort her, my ex makes me an exporter important to bring new women call me an importer, want an inner view, exclusively an interview? go grab a reporter with a recorder and see who really is  my biggest supporter, not yet insane but I reached that line at the border, feeling right now like life has backed me into a corner, kept from moving forward trapped inside this horror, quarter til 3 am then comes a new world order, the nightmare hoarders, sorta to sort out who is first to be tortured, cold hearted but my bloods warmer I come as a life warner, my life a bitch but I adored her absolutely absorbed her, just could not afford her or do the things I wanted to do for her,  Earth is nothing but disorder all rules meant to be broken fuck all the law enforcers, people and their loyalty to me change up like tranformers, why are we surrounded by  flunky bitch ass performers!     Vyllain.