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John B
Poems
May 2013
In the AM
Rainy day, lost in the haze
Forgive me the sickness
I'm a little bit blazed
Whats my watch say, quarter past four?
Not like I'm hurried
Just a habit that I keep
Deep in night wile your asleep, in the AM
I think you understand just what I'm sayin
So if your feelin on these shiny Que cards that I'm ah wavein
you may roll over to the vary proposition I'm slanginΒ Β
In the AM
See it clearly past the fog my mouth exudes
Not like I hurried I just see the things your tip toeing through
No I'm not worried, I may propose that in fact I'm fairly grounded
A hedonist projecting all the **** you are surrounded by
Indulging in the vacuum created for your wallet by
The ******* that that vary wallet was created by
some dead guy, now his brother son
the CEO who follows by
A formula to keep you wanting up until your slaughtered by
A lifestyle designed by masters simply to keep you all slaves
Bye
I cant lie, I wont cry, cuz as the sheep die, the rancher goes hungry and leaves more room for wolfs to slip by
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John B
28/M/Within The Omniverse
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