whatchu Call It

I met a needy old fellow Down a grisly thought-path he'd trod Seekin' a need like he sought a god His voice quivering Hi; I said hello Son! My senses are raw, my word crocked Quell my throbbing mind. This world Please whatchu call it? Love is lost in the woods Lust her next-of-kin takes charge Brings with her lies, deceit no dirge She's no more than Hollywood 'tis autumn, are we leaves of a larch? Fix me this puzzles, find a merge Or tell me whatchu call it? Daughters gone from their mothers Sons becoming apparitions of shame Flipping in life shadows like a game All knocked like blind lovers Gettin er'tin muddled like one who stutters I see 'em in shapes and colours Say a word, whatchu call it? Fun feeds today, poisons tomorrow They eat, sleep and forget to dream Blurry vision like a nollywood film will there be escape from sorrow? Whilst the coins tossed, can they borrow? Oh I see more than what will follow I guess you see too. Whatchu call it? Gliding in triangles and squares Like rain down the mountain top Praying amidst debauchery nonstop Will a god reckon rather rain tears? Will the heavens engulf your fears Burn the incense, ask your seers Let me know whatchu call it.

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