Kick It Up

Sharpen your resources
Your materials aren’t acute enough by my standards
What you’ve given isn’t good enough, so the granulation of your grace will grow on with a gregarious grasping interpretation of our time here
So you’re not living for the present
Because your neck cranes towards the past
And you feign the formality to cast
A new aspect of minimalism
Across a region of attraction
That is nefarious and gasping at innervations of my climb here