[Intro]
“Who is Stormitve?”
[Verse]
Ugly worthless hash-slinging slasher
Not even a rapper, just a nerd who makes music with poems
Absent from haberdashery class, his fashion’s wack, attire is a laugh-spurrer, he’s not dashing
Aspiring eventual cat herder, bad word slurrer, especially when intoxicated
Call of duty player, so, a promoter of mass-murderers
Hurtful honest jerk with perks that make your fears berserk
Revived guy with no time to rhyme quietly
Urgent bar-creator who’ll soon surrender violently
Damned to live a quiet life, pride balled up inside of eem
He’s crushed up like mush and seeking ways of evading
Fully clothed to closet folks and to random strangers, naked
Broken, pathetic, des-per-ate
Hoping to shed a bit of weight to impress any one of the best
Current possessor of limited ways to impress, her
Self-medicated premeditated actor
Over-thinker, over-stimulated, over the top, lacker
Of swagger, lacker of the ability to woo
Lesser than an eager moocher, greater than a conniving liar who selfishly uses others, supposedly
Polite shy nervous-breakdown-haver
Definitely nobody’s master
Not a master of self, but a blaster of self, proven by the bars on the shelf
Often wrong, hardly ever right according to his own insight
Revenge-exacter only when it makes the laughs grow faster
Like making light of someone’s plight despite the resentment harbored by them after
Pusher of chairs, grower of hairs constantly
Good worker only when the work is an anomaly
Very easily amused but also stubbornly bored
Doer of chores, perpetual desirer of more
Money spender, holes-in-the-pockets sufferer
Neither a father nor a mother, but an aspiring role model
Chooser of water bottles, temperamentally full-throttle
Perceiver of a reality where his self is never ogled
Occasional wearer of goggles, amateur ice-skater
Creator of a few levels in Super Mario Maker
Not a risk taker, unless its a risk of word-vomiting emotions
Ocasional dangerous dude who goes out too far in the ocean
Survivor of choking, survivor of depression and defeat
Beater of his various games which he often plays to retreat
Proverbial geek. Unattractive creepy skeleton with no intention
Of reinventing himself though that self could use some reinventing
Stuck in his ways, never willing to learn, adapt, or change
Stuck in a cage, that’s how he feels while he traipses through his fate
Bummed at the gate to enter the life that he wants, needs, and sees
A novice at breathing, sometimes he forgets to heave easily
Easily overly-animated, constant rambler and rant-ejaculator
Secretly a hater, secretly afraid of losing it all
Secretly just hanging on, just taking life step by step
Enjoys being wet from sweat although he finds himself often dry
Loves to cry, but has a hard time doing it while alone
Finds comfort in connecting with others in person, not via phone
Awkwardly prone to owning up to feelings that he’s ashamed of
Impulsive user of words to try and always be honest and always truly self-represent
Believer of the mantra, treat others how you want to be treated
Except the thing is, truthfully, he doesn't truly believe it
The way he sees it, it works for tykes as an anti-bullying campaign
But once you’re older, well, it’s really not the same
Annoyingly, wishingly, consistently kind
Might be one of a kind, for being so stubbornly true to himself
Follows his heart as it lifefully falls apart
Overdramatic, dramatic, and sometimes, ice cold
Maintainer of the illusion that over his mind and body, he has control
But he don’t know...he don’t
Imaginer that his whole life is a film or a simulation
Impatient man but fully capable of waiting if he’s favoring
Someone else by gleefully doing them any type of favor
Wannabe life saver, wannabe life improver
But when he is not doing these tasks, he thinks himself an eager loser
Understanding, he understands why he is not liked
He tries not to blame people, avoids seeing them with spite
Cuz in their mind, they’re right
Offerer of bright light, he’s always seen the best in people
So do them some good, he just might
Loves to ride his bike, but nowadays, doesn’t make time for it
Doesn’t stay in good shape, doesn’t always eat well
He is for whom tolls the bell, he randomly expresses well
He’s the non-sequitur rap goat, he’s a title creator
He’s a vital piece of the puzzle in his life that’s on this paper
Open-minded, intellectual, affectionate kid
Haver of reasons to live, grateful haver of reasons to live
Exists. Runs. Sings. Raps. Craps. Lives. Meets. Exhausts
Bosses. Corrects. Connects. Erects connections
Knower of the solution to what is nine plus eleven
In his own dimension
Following his big fat dreams
Maker of schemes, dreamer of immaterial things
Improves, helps, gives the love that everywhere, he brings
Finder of wings
[Outro]
“HE FOUND HIS WINGS”
