raccoon, back with the battery pack in the cardigan charged again, carving through tracks like a bargain-bin artisan hard to miss, bars equipped with ridiculous armaments talk slick, get your whole little argument archived again i’m part machine, part caffeine, part unidentified something escaped from a lab with the funding misclassified you’re verified, terrified every time that the rhythm arrives i put the “mental” in instrumental, then weaponize microwave rappers, one minute and dinner is finished i simmer the sentence in skillets with cinnamon in it infinite syllables spilling like mentos in guinness you rented the image, i live it, there’s tenant and business big mouth, small print, your contract came with a bib my name hold weight like a planet got trapped in the crib you couldn’t handle the bars with an olympic gymnast i’m raising the stakes till the vampires cancel christmas no stylist, i walk in dressed like a court-date witness but leave with the crown and the judge asking for forgiveness your punchlines miss like a stormtrooper shooting at distance mine land clean, closed casket, no viewing permitted that flow dehydrated, somebody bring it a beverage mine got electrolytes, lightning bolts and a severance i’m ahead of the curve, you’re behind getting measured your treasure map leads to a note saying, “thanks for the effort” i’m cooking the books with a spatula, tax evasion got accountants doing backflips through calculations my money doing laps through offshore locations hr heard the verse and immediately took a vacation low patience, high maintenance, no brakes in the vehicle words bend around me like spoons when the scene gets theatrical you’re practically preaching to people who think you’re impractical i’m casually beating the beat till the case turns factual too strange for the mainstream, too clean for the gutter put heat to the bread, now the whole damn booth smell like butter they speak on my name, then retreat when i come through the shutter i don’t enter discussions, i kick down the door and discover who’s really a threat and who’s dressed for the part who bought all the weapons but left with no heart i’ve been sharp from the start, like a shark with a dart i make trash sound expensive, call it modern art raccoon bandit, black-mask bandage, trash-can vandal back-lot scrambling, both paws wrapped on the cash-filled satchel latch won’t matter, i crack that safe, grab what’s valuable dash through shadows with half your pantry packed in a parachute raccoon bandit, bad habits, hands in the merchandise night-shift animal, eyes shine bright when the furnace dies lock your lid, bolt it down, i’m still getting inside by the time that the sunlight hits, i’ve already multiplied night vision, slight twitching, i’m casing the residence five fingers? i work with four and accomplish the evidence trash-picker, fast trigger, black-ring intelligence crack lids like safes, then escape through the hedges again back alley acrobat, accurately grabbing snacks half a pack of apple jacks, batteries, catalytic scraps carry the bag on my back like i’m traveling amtrak your camera captured the act, but the mask got the match black no fingerprints, little prints looking suspiciously tiny the cops drew a sketch and somehow it resembled hermione they’ll never find me, i’m grimy, behind the recycling eating spaghetti directly beside an abandoned chevy i’m oscar if he learned how to pick-pocket a lockbox locksmith with both of my wrists socketed you locked the lid? i brought bolt cutters, big problem turn garbage night to a five-star dining option dumpster sommelier, sniffing the vintage selection old pizza crust with a beautiful fungal complexion no reservations, i walk in through kitchen inspection then leave with the silverware, biscuits and wi-fi connection neighbors keep saying, “that thing has been watching the house” damn right, i know when you’re sleeping and when you go out your ring caught a blur doing parkour over the couch then the feed went black when i pulled the whole router mount real estate rising, i’m living beneath your deck no lease, no heat, no need for a credit check you call pest control, i control where the pests collect send one trap, i send that shit back with the postage debt masked-up mammal, trash-bag dragger, snack enthusiast half cute, half criminal mastermind with rabies attached they say, “hands where i see ’em”, i reach for another man’s sandwich then vanish inside of the night like the county planned it i don’t chase clout, i chase food when the porch light flickers quick paws unzip the delivery bag by the driver took two fries, one sprite and the ranch on the side left the receipt as a warning: next time supersize
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