Buzzcola

A young renegade forsaken, a feral seed undomesticated

He awakened

Not a day or single second slips where he's safe from bein' seized, snatched up by the seven seas

Culted culprits

Cultivating, constraining culture, cucking consumers To remain fucked over

He's dotted 'n dodged vultures, bare-handedly

Dismantled the armed soldiers

He's aged since, from a kid to a stag, a million bucks Stand in front of him

He winks and then laughs

You can't intimidate him with numbers, he knows his worth

Shit, his coat alone is probably worth more than that

So they continue to poke their nose in his crack as they sniff

Get a load full of that, a hit

Addicted, it's a fact

See a lone lost hart, they consider it fair game and try to break it

Till it cracks

Enslave him Like a mule, carrying the whole load on his back

Do they pay him?

Only with a false sense of security

All fences down, but only metaphorically

All senses drowned

Codependent on his owners currently

Till the day they don't perceive him as fruitful

Then they'll slice him and serve him as a side with Crackers and cheese right next to a fruit bowl

That's the bait

Circumvents, he attempts to

Gun circuit breaks,sees doom, but fate intervenes

The charge backfires, he escapes through the trees

Untamed and free, he remains

Unscathed? Nay

His mane tattered but stays as he returns to the battlefield, to which he feels safest

Better to be scurrying from nothing than remain complacent

Constantly observed—schizophrenic or six-sense?

The previous possibly the more serene of the prospects

Oversimplification of his identity exhausted

Uncontaminated, unassisted, unregulated

Keen on keeping position

Target of the opposition to his oppositions

Nauseated by corporate piglets

His liberty and zest the

Only things left unconfiscated

Constitution of his self-Identity, unwavering in a fixed position

No contribution obligated to fulfill his karmic mission

Cosmically favored, though universally condemned

Institutionally retarded, but intrinsically accomplished

He sets the trends he goes against

Not a con, but is conscientious

An artist of the craft ascension

Vibrant with the words of diction

Confinement's not a word he mentions

Each step's a new stroke

He paints with the brush of wisdom

He listens to the breeze and the birds and the screams and the chirps

A true apprentice of his mere existence

Predecessors, he notes

Only a fool relies on his own perception to invoke

Deep reflections

He emotes

Keep him guessin'

Never fold

His balladry's not easily assimilated

Typically takes great deliberation to reach complete apprehension

Not to appear too obtuse

He's just acute with his angles of approach

Soft-spoken

Not mute

Tangled, tongue, gets it

Wrangles up

Mischief

With the phraseology he's equipped with

On his toes

Quick wit

Average bloke

He's not, but is

He's the you you won't admit

Codswallop, nearly every thespian recites

Ads begin to fill the minds of the progeny

Eliciting Coke tampered by phasoric acid, HFCS, aspartame

Bastardized brands

Banding

Expanding to pander grand conspiracy

Poison the souls of men

Injure their hippocampus

Depraved of nutrients

Guts gushing, inflamed

To their lust for the flame

Bold

But not brains

Coma

Tough break

Soldier sunken by the seduction of the Buzzcola