Wednesday, July 20, 2016

the feeble attempts of sunshine


they contain a positive message

people look listen and obey

i walk these dark streets of decay

absolutely positive there are no absolutes

 

breaker, breaker, be a faker

not a giver, just a taker

do your yoga, meditate

pray to love and never hate

 

sword of truth will cleave and sever

change the climate and the weather

make a marble malleable

but i’m not indigestible

 

spit me out and spew your lies

pull the wool over their eyes

truth’s a nail that will impale

cause all we ever do is fail

 

to see the forest for the trees

we’re only able to perceive

perception tainted is my rhyme

sometimes i’m even keeping time

 

senses receive their stimuli

the brain is where you then decide

what all the information means

till truth’s a hole for a latrine

 

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