Searching for a new place in this space

Without retrace I can win this race

With every rhyme imparted

Looks like it's time to get started

Speaking metaphors while scores

Of rhymes secrete from my pores

I just start laugh at the optical

Auditory riff-raff spectrograph

It's daft to think you won't clash

When you all constantly daff

Smashed, bashed, yet ya never change

No wonder you keep getting lashed

With this space I avoid retrace

Second thought, forget the race

Darted, hopped in my kart and carted

On my own track and getting started

What are you even trying to say?

Some gibberish is all you spray

Think you're great like Cyrus

But your sonance kills my Heschl's gyrus

So uncompathetic it's pathetic

But in a way it's kind of poetic

Right there I said it and fed it

Before I get stale; this tone, let's shed it

I'm abstract, in fact that's backed

By seeing how these words are packed

Some I tracked and found they lacked

Thwacked, thrown under a mat

Every lyric just a bit esoteric

Tear it from the Flac to hear it

I don't mind not being lauded

Did I mention I'm just getting started?