Dos
What’s the matter
You afraid of a lil shit?
Never that just saying I been quite regular
Flow continuously are you quick enough
To wipe leave you squeaky clean
At the peak of the dream flick the light
To adjust levels impossible like deciphering
Characters who randomly appear
Tiptoeing thin line between sleeping and screaming
Can’t figure out meaning of time and places
Switch seasons to leave you bleeding
From particular orifices opening of the way
For ancestors blessings to pour in from
Hole in sky dropping like tears from sudden clouds
Frown at sunset because another day has passed
From lovely now into uncertain future
Structured life around loops in quest for truth
Bubbling to boil from inside provided another
Chance to dance with shy devil
Ignored like too much heat in room hot
Sufficient light to interview your brave angels
Needing to be celebrated as fast as possible
Breathing highly improbable if you haven’t
Been planning your obvious benefits
Life never came with script nor instructions
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