Artchard

You've heard of an orchard/ I've stirred up an artchard with girthed art to be heard/ Words come in with fun as the function never turned defunct/ Metaphors and puns run an injunction to sever clues debunked/ In sum strict hits depict a re-script on your chatter to chit/ Stick glum in its sect and restrict a sore batter to get lit/ Be quick sly-n-sleek with this filth scum I won't remit/ I’ll ploy-n-peek for consult to revamp and reprint/ Style coy speak to strive proof to stamp a sneak’s stint/ I drive joy street to soar aloof and boost amps to tweak my print/ A quiet divide as I’m alive to ply and connive art like photosynthesis/ Flow my Go-Joe cleanliness to show how I win like this/ A pro symbolist or a lyrical Go-Go Word Gadget gymnast to be missed/ I’m froze frigid until he fidgets to flip it and rip it/ Time arose rigid he’s still then twitches to sick it/ A fine boast toward sets of wit roasting but the credits aren’t rolling/ Bets not locked in or tests not taken/ Don’t fret quests with pests/ Just let bad bets be like a sad pet’s steps too wet/ Flex while wept won’ts went away sent with welts/ My words can be felt/ Skyward is where this guy’s eyeing to soar/ Backward is a slack ward I won’t tour I don’t act hard/ Like an orchard with delicious fortuitous fruits my art dwells in an artchard