Hook and sling like Phase-N-Rhythm

see light through a prism darkly

as I spark these rhymes for my counterparts

in the fine arts

got booksmarts and all that

check the format

I used to ignore sore losers

alcohol abusers, big-money spenders

who go on benders rendering them

unable to repay their lenders

my style engenders inequality

through frivolity

I used to listen to "Magnum Opus" by Top Quality

but that long past

now I see the aftermath

while others laugh,

I forge ahead on a path

my only weapon is my rhyming staff

After I laugh, then I'll dash

off to the next phase

creativity stays

on deck

to perfect what I expect

to select as I objectify

various physical attributes

that bring absolute satisfaction

somewhat akin to a chain reaction