Hold Your Breath
If you gotta hold your breath,
then it don’t pass the smell test
If you must pinch your nose shut,
to keep from inhaling fumes
coming from a mouth-shaped butt
Then it must be rotten to the core,
smelling like dead fish washed up on the shore
Wear your spiritual gas mask
when you’re talking to someone
with putrid, toxic pride swollen lips
They be putting the truth to task,
burping out lies is sporting fun ...
taking Chernobyl verbal trips
You might need to hold your breath
a long time
Don’t let hateful words poison your mind
You better hope there’s no delayed effect ...
crushed cyanide capsule regret
A little whiff of spiteful poison can paralyze you,
make you numb to the bone
A lot of foul, fear mongering noise can disorient you too,
make you become intolerant prone
Don’t let the rancid odor of hate vomit
get on your clothes,
don’t let the vile stench of evil ethnic baiting
get in your nose
Have a discriminating intellect ...
throw it in the garbage,
if it don’t pass the smell test
Otherwise, it might be the death of you —
trying to speak and hold your breath,
both at the same time
But, suicide by scent assault
don’t register as no violent crime
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