If I could swim in an ocean of intellect
I'd be so turned on
Be a constant energy source for charged-up onlookers
Hair-raising, frizzy, frying, personified humidity
Lightning striking down on society
Spitting words like a crazed rapper tells stories
Of grandeur, and glitz, and glamour
I love to fashion my intellect
Sport it in writing
"Can I get that in writing?"
Express that to me.
Verbally or non-verbally.
Ignorance isn't ever bliss.
I knew that.
I'm more than serious about this.