Two: Babel On
The eclectic neglected
feel so disrespected
you know I wrecked it
where ever I step -ed
and you would, dismiss it?
I'm brain fried
a drain dried
step up to my
main eye
in the middle
of my seeing stones
I see your tone, its mellowdrone
Neglected eclectic
you seem so collective
it seems so effortless
the celebrated, all frustrated
because they can't get any more wasted
or useless
I won't waste it on you, another thought
I know I can't break through your drought
I know I can't prove to you, it's rotten
that doing the right thing is toughest often
I guess I'm neglected, come from the collective
and consciousness is overrated
for the freest all sleep naked.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2011
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