Sporadicocracy from Swift-Tuttle by Devin Bateson

Look at these stars as they crush my head
Old speckled mountains as I lay in bed
These power point presentations threaten my rest
Old broken laptop and my savings is long since dead

I better give up now
or get

I am better off alive
Although I am constant unrest

I am begging for your Disney plus passwords
As I criticize capitalism
I am calling in every single favour as I
Scribble down my magnum opus

I am toast
I am done

I am hopelessly trying my own patience
On non-existent rhyme schemes
and poorly constructed metaphors

Better place me
in a fish tank
so people can see me
trapped in an idea
doing the same thing forever

I want freedom of expression
and some money
I don't want to give people what they want

I tried, so I stopped being funny
and just got weird and eccentric

I depressed on a good day

I am filled with lackluster life lessons
I am not planned ahead
I am not dead

I am still here
I am breakfast
I am with bread

I am spread to thin
I am butter on bread

I utter, utter nonsense
under my breath
take the last

Make it last long
I'm here as luxury
Its just pure exuberance

My time is spent unefficiently
my hours are unsuccessful
and my music is mimicked imagery

I will devour my own words
and give up on the worth of ever having a chorus

Routine is a good thing
for you mental health
but being sporadic
is just so much more fun.

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• alternative hip-hop
• art rap
• experimental hip hop
• indie rap
• underground hip hop
• Hamilton