[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”