Spitacular Vernacular

Spitacular vernacular,
call me the x-factor

I can make love with my words or preach like a pastor

I can cause brains to melt down like a nuclear reactor

Or plow poet fields on my lyrical tractor



From my concepts I bake verses that relate

No matter what direction I take the icing’s on my cake

I leave no loose change so there’s nothing to debate

I stay home on my range trying to erase the hate



This world is so focused on reporting the negative

They’ll condemn anybody including a relative

I do my best to stay upbeat and be optimistic

One day acts of kindness won’t be looked at as gimmicks



It’s the metaphysical, lyrical imperial

My flow runs spherical, my thoughts are unequivocal

People are skeptical of a mind so oracular

But I change attitudes with my spitacular vernacular.