Too
many strong words are wasted on weak opinions.
Beehives
of buzzwords getting smoked out by potheads
Still
clanging from the iron fist
Calling
for din-dins.
Too
many on a diet of
Blended
information,
Sweetened
with refined statistics.
Too
many beheaded metaphors
Running
around like underage chickens.
Too
many, like, lost similes.
Too
many ya get mes
Falsely
reciprocated.
All
in the name of face;
Faced
with a problem they turn
Their
backs and face away
But
when it all swings back
You've
gotta face it and
On
the face of it, it ain't got legs
But
it can grow roots;
Trees
have been known to fight.
I'm
stuck in a world that systematically
Mistakes
convenience for irony and
The
systematic for the systemic
It's
a pandemic
In
more than four colours
On
the board.
We're
either too busy or bored
And
it's bored into our heads
That
unless you can touch it
It
ain't shit
But
why get your hands dirty?
Nobody's
home now,
The
land of the free
Or
at least the piss-cheap,
Faith
took a leap
Onto
the garbage heap
And
these rhymes were brought to you
Half
price, summer special.
To
stop and think you've got to
Stop.
Stahp.
God
is disappoint IMO
Because
we're not goals enough.
Goals
is tough.
Crack
a crooked smile
Cutting
corners sly
Papercuts
hurt,
But
you've gotta cover the paper trail
With
blood.
It's
better to have blood on your hands
Than
money in your boots,
At
least they won't shake you down for it.
Your MCM screams 'Free Palestine!' when
he busts a nut.
Your WCW can take a selfie from seven angles
Your WCW can take a selfie from seven angles
But a thought from just one.
