All bow thier heads.. negating the confusion
Life becomes illusion, seeing through facades
Blockades and banquets, bounties full of graces
Money getting paid, check by check gather the riches
Belittled by interest, but I guess that aint my buisness
I guess neither is listening, honesty, or even kidding
Next time you ask this poet Ill be off and gone fishing
Feeling out the many moons around Neptunes sorry spiral
Conversing with the planets, evaluating Earths denial
Articulate, accurate, assinine, elaborate
Mustering the focus like an executed magic trick
Shell games cup names, live, long, and prosper
Pour frigid fire into a broken Bic lighter
Pump on the button let it breath out a flame
And before the light gets snuffed just remember
I came
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