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-Lurk Uno
Inch by Inch
Inch by inch
time moves forward
The lull of the universe
you call it boredom
Fill in the blank
lacks decorum
Words fall like domino’s
On a cyber forum
words turn to dust
logic is hushed
chaos is a must
a conscience is crushed
in words we trust
programmed to the touch
you didn’t flinch
when you felt the pinch
willie lynch you called it
flava like peppermints
by all estimates
we are negligent
on the promise the
ancestors left us wit
and that promise
was to avoid the petulance
corrupted spirits
the voice of the ancestors
are clear yet we don’t hear it
and any question to our conscience
we seem to fear it
hide behind a wall of nonsense
and won’t come near it
won’t come out from the wool
that’s been pulled
over our eyes
that are now cover in bull
and what do we do?
stop in our tracks once
our stomach is full
©mmix
D.Capo
-Lurk Uno
Inch by Inch
Inch by inch
time moves forward
The lull of the universe
you call it boredom
Fill in the blank
lacks decorum
Words fall like domino’s
On a cyber forum
words turn to dust
logic is hushed
chaos is a must
a conscience is crushed
in words we trust
programmed to the touch
you didn’t flinch
when you felt the pinch
willie lynch you called it
flava like peppermints
by all estimates
we are negligent
on the promise the
ancestors left us wit
and that promise
was to avoid the petulance
corrupted spirits
the voice of the ancestors
are clear yet we don’t hear it
and any question to our conscience
we seem to fear it
hide behind a wall of nonsense
and won’t come near it
won’t come out from the wool
that’s been pulled
over our eyes
that are now cover in bull
and what do we do?
stop in our tracks once
our stomach is full
©mmix
D.Capo