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Sometimes the words can't be used
Sometimes the burden of proof is fused into action
That facilitates purposeful new uses for old ink to gain traction
In mud slinging battles
When my tongue goes numb from walking the cold earth around your lips
You fumble spit and beg forgiveness
Walking a tightrope life wearing a thin string
Hoping to blend in
But losing balance over and over until you just start back at the beginning
We all have to hardwire the insulation
Listen close and keep a silent pose and learn from every mistake
Be patient
Wait
For
It
Feel the windowpane instead of staring through its soul
These eyes are the screen and the blinds are drawn In sketchbook charcoal
With a model of the universe just another verse told
At bedtime when lullabies have grown you up too old
To sleep to their rhyme
No you require sleep meds and a bottle of that rye
You take the pill popping persona to a personal high
A pedestal that passes for passe' practically every time
But the line always ends
And a new chapter emerges
From the dust of the past to atoms of wind chilled madness and a weathered surface upon which I tend to purge
Greatness
Maybe
I'm just addicted to slavery
With a pen and a pad digitally remastering my behavior
And saving the rest for later
But there's never later
There's never spare time
There's never I'll get to it when I have a chance
Because all of that time is now
And it's these moments that make up the answers to things I questioned in adolescence
Things they never mention in educational sessions
Like loving yourself
And how to recover from mental detriment that affected your physical health
There's a wealth of knowledge to Be learned and no seconds to spare
If only we could dare to try
To think for ourselves
Instead of relying on the media to provide our free meals at 6,7,8, and 9, At 11 breaking news will be streaming for the next week but you'll have to stay tuned until next time to see
Just keep your eyes glued on the tv
Nail your shoes to the hardwood and take a permanent seat
You'll want to be watching when we finally decide to release
Whatever bullshit the mainstream feels will keep you paying attention And eating
Oh, you aren't hungry?
That's ok just have a little
You're dribbling down your chin now that the oxi kicked in
But the airplane is still coming with a running engine of sputtering spittle
Now open up wide for feeding time
And don't forget to swallow
It all down in silence
This little pill of society
That gets you feeling buzzed even when you're not liquored up
And reminds you how good insobriety was