Hard times
Commiserations & mockery to congregations in rockery
Rotten with graves Atticus gave superman an obituary
Ictus attacks slaves to viscous sacks of burnt scriptures
Urns in pictures, Michael’s work burns in citrus, disrupters
Disturb the disturbed pieces weathered by dust & spittle
Kittle appreciations from deviations, world cries a little
Damned & controlled by dams, logs and various matter
Carious tatter regurgitated, recycled to a Hollywood platter
Fatter… your kids eat the burnt saliva & moulded meat
Scolded through teach, teachers take a seat to greet
A new curriculum, war is written by victors, so is it true?
That the vortex yielded to break the Baron through
Puff out the smoke, rip up the air
Skip the fair, strangle to choke
Stall & rise afloat, dipping a dare
Snipping the hair, snorting the coke
Hard times or past crimes catching up in the last lines
Tines are broken, so the 2 halves are chosen & choked
Allies spoke to release a false airwave of Falsettos
Blind eyes blinded by fogged monocles, logged chronicles
packed chronologically, then soaked untracked, un-stacked
Backed to attack the girl a drunken neighbour, missed then lacked
The power to give mercy to her who cowers under his eyes
depreciated societies & lies; you’re telling me it’s not hard times?
Slip in my hands, fall in my hope
I’ll order you dope, dip in the bands
clip in the stands, call up the pope
Stall in my slope, grip in the strands
Cover the uncovered it’s all you need to breathe
Sheathe the smothered blood heed to ignore & leave
Relieve a lever of levitation of domination against breeds
Of species, false clemencies L sees Mona Knead
Her head against Lisa & Lisa misses her, she paints
them together as one & signs Michael fearing plaints
Nearing saints, sinning giving a new beginning for gains
Shady absolutions to absolute criminals minimal shame
All you need is to believe the disproved theories & lies
Belied to lied leeches lying their ways to laying like spies
Gog & Magog strategising, allying aliasing men to see
Their way it’s a crazy play, a drama, think therefore you be
And maybe you’ll see me, blinding in aesthetics clearly
Nearing a neared coast, toasted & baptized by hypocrisy
Strip me from sleep, stab my soul
Extend my goal, slip me on concrete
Dice my feet, burn me in coal
sinning for what I stole, Baptized in heat
Animal instincts play a part, joker against an acy heart
Racy card, it slaves the art creating a losing start
Pacts cover the facts, he cheated or so you believe
maybe it was stolen & grieved, aces up a gamblers sleeve
He sleeved the thieved property from a propagator
announcing my death in tears, tears of an alligator
Astute dictator; found in undergrounds of old soil
Cold coiled, backstabbed by brothers, charming oil
Grey haired blood boiled facial pigmentation red, foil
Plans to rule his lands, bland handed he’s a war spoil
Appreciated capture, bastard rapture enjoyed in its prime
Depreciated yet seen sublime, tell me it’s not a hard time
.......RIP THE RIBBON
TO ENTER IN HEAVEN