Turnt

Percolating, who  we,  I’m  just  relating
Relaying the  conveying of  alarming  apex
Son’s getting  hotter,  sending  flares, scorching heirs
The roof  is  on  fire,  but  folks serving  gas in meme
Unleaded or maybe I’m  just  fed  up  in  believing the lies
Telling me  mines don’t  matter, from cats living fatter
Digging deeper than  the  greeting  of  slaps  of  five
Laid down  a  line,  reverberating sublime, wind  chimes
Chasing dog-gone familiars to frailty in comforting confines
Same ole, same  old,  just  ain’t  that  old,  as  far  as  we go
No more,  I  know  more,  looking  at a  latch off unlocked doors
Mirrors from  ceiling  to  floors, stylishly  prefaced  or  just pre-fab
Looking glass,  shatters  from  just  one  blinking,  2b  thinking in turn
Thoughts never  random,  so  I  hand  them  pieces  of  rind to define
Seasoned for  taste,  or  just  aroma,  smelling  like  wake  up all baked up
Reeling off  feelings,  fleeting  yesterdays,  recalled  to  question or lesson
All in  the  daze,  our  revolution  could  never just  be a faze, even nowadays
So watch  out  and  peep  the come  around  in  what’s  happening again…..

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