I don’t know you must stop asking
In nose too deep or stocking stacking
As thoughts carry and weigh in turn
A flame to candle’s hope does burn
Hands black with dirt now close resembles
A past ‘ner left new world assembles
Depleted brow and shoulders sunk
Do flowers mock repugnant funk
Ideal so far a heaven’s breath
Knelt down befallen inspirit death
Were cotton not privy to common knave
Emboldened your stature as modern slave
No amount may charge or sound
The writ of sale for souls abound
Choice as faux as whom to fight
Wholly swallowed eschewing bite
Scheme so standing in mock protest
Body and mind each tolled egress
Ashamed to recognize a face
To look upon the feral base
Arch and step in service too
Consumer force produce and moo
It matters not asleep awake
Sagacious pride dismissing cake
Taken back unsettled scores
Laid bare insipid salacious whores
Gave up a scream in silence whispered
As boiling lobster denied its Mister
A still not cold nor true and true
Take life in turn of what kills you
