untouched. unreached. give all the peaches to the leaches
those that stand alone can suck old scones
the underlings still had supple bones
wondering why we all needed phones
no chance for an independent zone or way of thinking
to him it felt like mentally we were sinking
more than Moores law to dislodge tech from our craw
the loudest guy at the party drinking impossible amounts of bacardi
definitely and absolutely drunk his breath an amazing funk
so far away from thinking what he thunk, if reincarnated he’d be a skunk
the anti monk
hearing and smelling him before his encore
certainly no telling him boy at his core
obviously fit for an adult job no more
for history has shown us there’s no bus for the slow gus
clean that wound or there’ll be puss
this I say to you.. does it have to be true?
could reality be less blue?
if you couldn’t pick one did it matter for two?
talking only theoretical they jump to heretical
to have an opinion meant not being a minion
all chasing happiness, bordered with everlasting fists
laughing fits as long as you stay fit and commit to it
better a nit wit than a witless nit
so unusefull in the tar pit
carefully looking for the next economical booking
decades of escapades near the everglades
and up to Alaska, the ice melts fasta
politicians only there to ease transitions flare!
did not they care to feather their own lair?
yes they did, so they swallowed the bid
caring only for the bottom line, oblivious to the sunshine
sanity barely borderline.
dropping a line, or sipping some wine, he felt fine.
to mime life’s kindess to the mindless
and make them blindness
he had to confess no more could he simply rest
Awethentic 