Nothing But Me-Me

Nothing But meme Mills of the take Say just a word Definitions escape the first look Last to the contention, first to objurgate my peaking reflection White noise and laughter creep through the walking skin And to this, my neighbors throw a loud fit For it is all about how one objectifies Reasons, instants, momentary slips of the whistles, Questions that shouldn’t be asked, Momentary lapses into one’s ecstatic synapses As a past that should be left masked Walks right through the last Juxtaposition spoken A talking past Not Happening, Yet Who am I When did I begin I ask a friend Friendly what he thinks of my growing seeds As he proceeds to drop me to my weakest Of card tricks, move first, talk last Call it a nap, last words to a crisis Ladies’ and gentlemen, it’s a rap