Somewhere
A sililoquy of suffering,
a symphony of sorrow.
a sickening symposium of sorts.
still such things arent
stuffed or stopped,
a spineless throw together pot.
a sickening stop to
this left right seesaw
no, still i see someone
standing still, slipping slivers
of shushed
wisdom through
small spaces.
such endeavors
are no longer pursued
for fear of it being misused,
but its all in the way you abuse,
right?
come into light,
ill slip you a slight that
you can speak on the streets.
sliding softly through the night
simply dancing down the roads
I have seen people like you
in sarcastic spasming interviews
and you know why they never get the job
cuz they talk and talk and talk too long.
now quiet your mouth and listen here
there are many ears
upon this room
watching waiting for my doom.
and should you come along with me
theyll be watching as you sleep
so, should you want to seal your fate
take some strides
lets not be late.