my skin doesn't feel so bad
offering an oblation that i had

cigarette to a man,sheets of newspaper
bed for a night,mamak for ambience.

perspective is evitcepsrep
what's mine could be theirs
and what's their could be mine.

blessings untold and unfold
only when the scissors hit the cloth
and the tapestry of the veil begins to unroll.

scitter scatter
the pitter patter
putting a ball
into a hole in a wall

realising sisyphus
is no different
from a officeperson
one rolls a boulder up,only to fall
another types into a spreadsheet,only to find another in their thrall.

trapped in a gully of guilt
resonant vibes tripping
looks like imma need a quilt
to keep em burning

stove roasting me inside out
padahal it's me being a lout

insolence and indolence
causing insolvency
leading to misery

ABBA ABBA,lama sabacthani
Vader,ik ben vergeven
of ik verwijderd?

hear me roar myself
to sleep amidst the ashes of
my fury aided by a durry.

i want to smoke
but i don't want to choke

especially when i broke
the covenant of being woke

Advent of the lout
Virgil of the clout
Eclipse of the doubt

line
breaks
do not
always
make legitimate
poetry out of
farcical content

especially pertaining
to vapid and tepid
memes and dreams

looking at you,
R_ k_ and L_ L_

take flight
and leave
it's no plight
to weave
a song with bite