Word Smithing - A Rap by DJ Tazziedog

I'm rearranging words to unlock the verbs
To disentangle nouns that give a profound
Sense of stability
Adjective reliability
Adverbial enhancement
Yet a disenchantment ensues
Imbues my fret with introspect
All that feckless, reckless, circumspectless invective
The utter abandonment of my objective
Oh the rules, the fools who make them
The fools who take them
To pedantic heights of
"I've got the right, the intellectual might
To make what I say, the word and the way."
Objectively speaking
Subjectively reeking of loud mouth espousing
Jousting through tongue twisters
Making might of word blisters
Sister, give up the show, turn in the ego
The faux of such imbroglio, takes a toll
Oh, the sigh of the soul
Tap dancing through metaphoric chancing
Enhancing the see-saw of your verbal claw
Take pause, a Stylistics clause of
"Stop, look, listen to your heart"
Before you start where the word is the art
Before you pick up pen and start over again
Before you, who is me, can free the myth from the smith
And just be