MUTATION

Can I break the rules?
Do I have to speak like you all do?
In the same voice, you all share?
With the pauses that add emphasis
Or the hand gestures to make it seem
we have developed a culture of intellect
I want to talk in my normal voice
But I don't know if I can
I don't want to add this fake filter
Over the top of my robotic tone
Do I have to channel from your energy?
Or can I create my own?
Discover a new stone
On which to strike my pen
There will be a new day and time
For the love of god please let me rhyme
The way I want to
Not the way you determined is acceptable
Let me write my tragedy and comedies
The ones I write from the comfort of my bed
The ones that I do not share
The ones that are too terrible for you to care
I pray to make something you detest
To make a masterpiece you can no longer ignore
To use your nomadic language
In such an eloquent way
That the vowels turn into a feast
Of epic proportions
So we no longer have to gather in shame
And risk our lives to those nasty hyenas
My mutation is the thing I have to blame
A hive mind that has been the same
For all my life and before that
I have to hide my robotic torso
As I bear my creative soul
My rocket lays dormant
Rusting away inside my skull
I can not shoot down the stars
When I have to use the same sticks
And weapons as the rest of you
I must sharpen my metaphors like daggers
As you come for my chosen words
The words that are embedded underneath
My fingernails like dirt
The words that live within me like beasts
that I await for perfection to unsheathe
One day I will evolve poetry
transcribe the words into alien hieroglyphics
that no one can even comprehend
Surgically reform the bones that hide in the ink
inject psychedelics into its brain
once I’m done with this art form
you will mentally go insane
drag poetry out of its cave
self destruct with the genius I crave
But until that day
I guess I will speak like you all
With the same grunts
With the same inflection
Until I am beaten by the stones
that you cherish so much