I feel this is going nowhere
And I’m just here for your ego
To know I’m still a fish on the hook
For when you’re ready to eat
You make no efforts of security
Or curiosity, and preached about depth when
You’re standing in the shallow end
I should know your plagiarized speeches
And your fake woke phrases
The grand risings happening are the realizations in my head
That you use your mouth for talking but not giving head
The energy faded as soon as you had your cake
That post-sugar high come down
Spoiling your appetite for something sustainable, savory, and fresh
The only thing you’re craving
Is the sweet taste of flesh