High Disconnect

Yeah its just peaches and lace in my acme aerie A one-shot job to reach here now it’s unsatisfactory So many rabbits running from wolves; everyone on high alert Rubbing my favorite face in the dirt, high perch don’t cure the hurt. One eyewitness switchblade, one teenager with wanderlust Cared once upon a time for the unjust, trust us Nameless, unknown, the afterimage monochrome The only thing you cannot do is go home. Sitting in the closet silent and shaking Body on voltage, death knell quaking Can’t help thinking risky; this is old-world necromancy Double entendre risque and fancy Never gonna get caught ’cause you got the hots Just acid rock to my already kaleidoscope thoughts. This is a cross between a sonnet and a rap poem. While writing it I tried to imagine Eminem rapping "One Shot" to get the rhythm, which is at least half of the point of rap. But the poem also uses the 8-4-2 line scheme, line length and ideas inherent in a sonnet.