Nine Eleven On Wisdoms Pager
its alright
its okay
we feel and then we dont
these lives all form a sequence
to what end is for the show
feel good enjoy the onset
go low to see the sunset
some refer to context
minds at risk go unchecked
my toes pointed downward
heavier though lifted
silence is for cowards
timing a polar shifting
admire the royal missing
redial the normal listing
sire the serfs are pissing
the garden a guarded wishing
the apples in all the eyes
the scaly skin metallic
they worship any phallic
no wonder we organize
cultures and nomenclature
these vultures ashamed of nature
we're soldiers of social failure
911 on wisdoms pager
some egos are rampant
running amok amongst some monks
punks do lunch more than once a month
a dunce is shunned the huns a hoarde
then guns were plumbed from sons of song
all along alas we last will fast a grasp and gasp a taste
i ask that acts of crass be vast and first to take a place
an ass and jack of trades these games are tough across the face
tho crux beyond can wait the spawn i laid will cost your grace
an ace of spades chased in caves the lathe will lay the ways to change
youre made for chains this pain as plain as gains in polls black souls insane
no more tame the hodor brain which side do lies say mordor stays
a quarter praise to the sorta wakes the portal plays an orders fate
Copyright © Davin Payne | Year Posted 2016
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