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What?

No Really, What?

Made it on double time
Fifteen minutes late
Thirty ticks goes the hand of my rhyme
Slave! Hurry up and wait!
 
Obscurity in words
Fog and mist over intentions
Cut my life into thirds
See if I crafted any lyrical inventions
 
Think slowly now
We’re running out of hours
Talk like a chewing cow
Til the conversations go sour
 
Do you follow old pal?
I’m skipping just ahead
Your brain hurting? Poor gal
Imagination like lead
 
Lie back and stop trying to think
You’ll never understand til you see
And at that I give you a smile, a kiss, a wink
'Cause you can’t know, unless you’re me

(2013)

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