Poetry · Writing

pausing the tunes

would you like a shake with those fries

fried a bigger order

now I’m out-of-order, pause.

too many request and we’re overloadin’

floatin’ (floatin’), what’s the motive?

eyes are getting wider

and the chase is getting longer

but your lies are getting stronger,



living like a king without a castle

blocked out the window not worth the hassle

master the lane- controlling the vision

warding the means- won’t catch me fishin’

quit talking your shit and listen:


feeling a little depressed

dealing with your stress

moving the tides and sinkin’ in ya dress

and will leave it a mess,





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