Nonsense Alarm

I rake my mind's sand garden I take my guilt's next pardon Sardonic pleasure with the Increasing pressure in my Cranial cavity and all that's below At this moment feels completely hollow Swallow affirm bodies tubes still work Anxiety squirm then turn berserk Rap song written with a ten ton hammer Zap wrong grammar with zen like glamour Can't help but pander to post-modernists Argue my loses to nonsense alarmists Excuse this poorly maintained ship Occupied with a prolonged ego trip Storm tried to guide my slide to the tide Kept steadfast stride thanks to faulty pride I feed the starved cow plant I leave the carved hand slant Unnerving confusion with the Forgone conclusion again