What They Think

Wise guys want to sit and criticise crying with laughter as tears fill eyes you wise guys ain't nice, hear my advice, try applying your mind like I do mine put downs allow your insecurities to shine through bright and true putting on show that what makes your embarrassment grow, a sighted map through a crow seeing all below is low intelligence in abundance and spent or dumb with many brain cells redundant, absent minds can’t confront perspective truth they subjectively select and interpret for use twisting facts, let the fool loose, laughter ensues these ways they wouldn't want laughs from you this their insecurities on show, the clues, hanging mentally passive while flaccid is erected signs of a mind when you’ve mashed and wrecked it. Sick deflecting specs like a mirror get it out of your direction in fear but those specs stop it deflecting clear and you appear inferior and I feel for you defective, no one’s perfect but on closer inspection there’s a detected pathetic projecting as you serve hurt unreserved so the dirt that lurks in you is deserved and well perched to pick apart words and poke but it’s your way to cope with not being dope it’s what you are, a dope that mocks and jokes while toking smoke. Thinking clear? No my dear, golly that’s the thought of a wally thick yet jolly as thc contaminates and loony cells break free clouding reality, as you gaze in a daze at the haze it metaphors your sanity, so I’m amazed yet amused as you choose to abuse your mind in bliss, I quit smoking cannabis, it’s something I can’t say I miss cus as you sit and take the piss it’s more than clear your mind's in a mist