metaphorical vent

I i got a full ounce of pounce and I bounce it in words. buttons being hit so that the feeling is heard. a little blurred metaphors of a nerd but I don't really care. I star at a moon and I say don't you dare. it ain't fair to compare things to the earth but it's all I've learned since my birth. And it's burned into my brain. an improper grain that grows to the levels of in Sain and propane like oxy-acetelene and once again fiend while I try not to be mean to the unclean to the clean and the unseen. I can't mean what I mean if I don't myself understand so I keep the sand at a grand and i keep it bland and expand. I criss cut like the crossroads and I move a little close with no reason to boast I continue to coast as I roast like the oven loven one main thing the nerd who's writing this and the rest of my everything