CANVAS

These days, success defines your Instagram followers, not flowers and potty jugs, not

Warmth or motherly love, but applause from those of us whose locked like fisted cuffs

Captivated by the nonsensical

We all wanna be legendary like the man with the studded gloves, won't put in the time, or

Even an ounce of dripping blood

We all claim we sweat, some of us can't stand the stench, rather be the player on the bench

Than the one who built the bench

Inadequate beings can't handle the squeeze, when life throw lemons at em, rather settle

For peas, that's small minded your own kind did, have no drive, but wanna saddle up for the

Long mileage, foot on the pedal, burn rubble to the pebbles, clash with the metals, I blaze