Diamat Bars

Serial material, flexing golden
Uncertain intuition like Texas Hold Em
Juxtaposition of the thoughts and the spoken
As if I need more tokens
No? I bleed too much focus
Did you notice?
What kind of poem is this?
Clear if contrived like pop culture references
Only a culture vulture could be impressed with this
Give the cold shoulder to a pessimist
Kill, lethal
Like some diesel or a .357
Smith & Wesson
No conundrums for the regal
Real like a feeble lack of freedom
To the evil on that "Can I get to heaven?"
What did he do? What did he do?
Like pantyhose, their persona is see through
I'm like an actor from Glee but less gleeful

Elude, seclude, imbued
With merit and money
Marilyn Manson with limericks, it's funny
How random is chance? That's irrelevant sonny
Cancerous, answer this, progressivism
And vexed decisions
All leaders claiming just populism
But my nigga you still got a fancy pot to piss in
With pure optimism
The market is just, too smooth
Picking apart a thief, like I'm Zeus
It's getting harder to grieve
And I'm just falling asleep after counting the sheep
I conclude
"Workers of the world unite, you have nothing to lose but your chains"