Through the Bridge of Gases
Gases penetrating consciousness as they travel deeper
exchanging hallucinations for intelligence as they stand the better reaper.
Currently bask in a dark and blurred station
my mind manifesting via a blank orientation.
In the highest heavens, so feeling the effect of my muse
please give me all the needed substances I have to use.
My senses, having a knock down, every word comes out with their flake
nothing serious, it’s just the act of getting high for God’s sake.
I see a bright future which needs to expand
legs moving on a familiar road to the Promised Land.
Billions in cash is needed, written is a proposal and report
then an entire continent gives me its unbelievable support.
The best in marketing tricks, attracting intercontinental patronage
collapsing all competitions, sending them to the orphanage.
Using a silver cup in my house is one of the greatest sins
b’cos a common slave in it is valued a Persian prince.
Walls of the uncompleted building seen as the seats of a Volkswagen.
no doubt my soul is weary and in need of oxygen.
‘Stop smoking and leave’ mama quarreled and spoke
then I realize I need to get a job and stop this joke.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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