I’m calling for a poetic revolution
Where titles no longer have purpose
And numbers are taking their place
There’s a reason writing is dying
We aren’t searching for progression
Darwin wrote out rules of evolution
Here’s where each one applies
If you don’t strive to improve
You’ll be the next one that dies
I know survival of the fittest
I say I’ve never looked leaner
Spending my days scrawling
Focus is splashed across my demeanor
I’m a competitive beast running
Why do haters insist on gunning
For something they don’t deserve?
My life is built to preserve
Rules of decency they forgot
I probably won’t settle scores
Some business remains unfinished
I hate when others fall off
When my passion hasn’t diminished
I want to be an institution
I’m calling for a poetic revolution