Swimming in a snifter

Pretty as a picture

Don't get it twisted man

Her bite is a b***h

You can name you can keep her

You never can take

The fight out a fish

Chompin' at the drill bit

Never one to still sit

You can test my metal

With a magnet and some tin snips

Ink test all I see is

Canines and some wing tips

Pilot pen in pocket

I'm riding instinct and inkjets

Around here we don't

Like talk of big dreams

To stand out is a pride a conceit

To aim high is to make waves

To split seams

But that's not what

It seems like to me cause

I wanna try I wanna risk

I don't wanna walk

Rather swing and miss

I'm not above apologies

But I don't ask permission

Got a lot of imperfections

But I don't count my ambition in 'em

Zeno's arrow never hits the mark

It's always hanging there over its shadow

Safe from battle

Waste of archer's time and trouble

Waste of effort waste of parts

If you don't aim for the center

It's a waste of the art

I didn't come looking for love

I didn't come to pick a fight

I didn't come to wave or take pictures

Pander to some benefactor

Ring on every broken finger

Won't extend my wings to be clipped

Know the culture here is to

Stay humble but shit

If we all go round

Bowed heads button-lipped

If none of us go

For the bell then who is

My mother says I've loved too many men

But I took and left

Something in every single bed

The rook can look left

Right just turns his head

But the knight might rise up

Investigate the grid

Gender genre- guess

I'm on one bent both

Just the constructs of

The old word gone broke

Women children let me tell you

I've been both and it's a myth-

We all swim for the life boats

I didn't come looking for love

I didn't come to pick a fight

I come here every night to work

And you can grab an axe man

Or you can step aside

Zeno's arrow never hits the mark

It's always hanging there over its shadow

Safe from battle

Waste of archer's time and trouble

Waste of effort waste of parts

If you don't aim for the center

It's a waste of the art

Self taught self made bet self styled

Self saw self came

Self took island of converts

Too conquer is old school

We march 'em in converse

Just armed with their own tools

While my knees still flex

While my joints hold steady

Mind sharp spine straight

Chucks laced ready

I travel by kite

Travel light at touch down

I swallow the dice

I make my own luck now

Zeno's arrow never hits the mark

It's always hanging there over

Its own shadow in the dark

Its own shadow in the dark