FLICK OF A WRIST

cuz I sit and relapse on the memories and the fractured glass of time I would have never guessed a tight arc tradesman would be spitting off this rhyme ripped with sweating muscle beat steel throughout the day the money made in the oil sands was worth the work I'd say paid the bills and gave me skills in which I still choose to uncover I love my job my paycheck it was my secondary lover nothing better than striking arcs with a hot rod from my cupboard but there came a Time not past my Prime stop me in my tracks like falling from The high line on a double stack pipe rack caught by lines from my harness like monkeys swing from Vines,, rarely do I wear one always breaking all the rules not one for safety but I've gotten all the tools mustn't have been my time to pass close calls it was but wasn't the last as the next mistake I made was not mine to own but the mistake may have been the last there's bigger fish to fry I guess as that car just chose to show duress in my wake I lie they're bloodied my body weak in my main frame muddied my main frame pulled back the rains send me the primitive actions cuz primitive was not my choice but it's all I had to seek satisfaction my mind lay numb the stare point and call me dumb but what these fools are oblivious to his secret power it gave me some like sipping around when you gain that courage you act now because you have an urge body quick at the right moment you surge strike like a bolt is the mind and body merge took some time to adjust to this wasn't the snap of a finger or the flick of a wrist years of suffering and acknowledging pain and learning how to remain sane the same man with a different plan I was forced down this path of kicking snorting demon Bulls pissed off mamas that show us wrath the Calved out heifer is the last line you'd want to stand within she buck and snore and launch your ass to places you've never been primitive theory not gone weary cranked up the revs taught me fury now my desire I throw the fire from