P.W.A.G Santiago’s Title Challenge
{This was a freestyle write so tell me what you think}

Emotion erupts from my veins
Feeling this excruciating pain
As the pen and the pad has been put to shame by the societal systemically coined term “the game”
Dames lose their nobility as its tarnished by Sir lames consumed by their unfortunate sexist flame
Its congenital prefix sways our youth’s suffix making them the deluded mix of the game’s fiendish trix
Only these trix ain’t just for kids; adults look for temporary components manufacturing epidemics of the quick fix from their complacent matrix
Mainstream clouds logic with its expediting paranoia causing stereotypical characterization
Drawing benefit upon benefit to industrialism’s unsanctioned capitalization
Over the poor making them simultaneously yield before the corporations hell bound eminence
While words in my sentence never get heard from those in need thus causing my self sentence of sentential maxim for lack of prominence
Feeling leftover and out of place the power driven categorize me as miscellaneous
Throwing my scribes in their corporate trash building up an unread cumulus
My flow flows through time leaving everything in past tense
Hence forth my credence for the future becomes my past as the past becomes my relevant present
Concurrent pretense becomes malevolent as the credence that controlled time was non existent
Now let that marinade
As I serenade your mental transitioning it through stages of cascade
Cutting bigotry with my ace of spades
I cause escapades tearing a hole in the government wider than a glade
Raids will be on the rise higher than escalades as I cut the hair of despair with my clippers of evanescent blades guaranteed to subdue the dreaded head of ignorance to a mere fade
For then homage will be paid creating an eclectic collective capitalist ruse
Sparking more to forage for my food of thought curing their hunger for the doctor’s point view