Knuckle ships and promo flicks
Buckle-up cuz a bunch is fucked
Onward turns the wheel, burnt years
said gears of time, as
tooth-and-cog churn clear
Into, across, abreast,
both at supine risk
Entwining one-two-me-you
we-be-Us Möbius stripped,
Got this back?
and yours too
Caustic, conserving.
Gnostic
Saintly
Spare the sermon.
Get to squirming
Stay real itchy
Busy
Gritty
look at situations ‘shitty’
Bookface handjobs, PAUSE THE JACKIN
Rook takes Man-slob
Cause for action
So
Step back, and
So…..
Step-back in
Slow.
Set track
In low
Gear
Seek not likes
Dear, bro
Grow a conscience
AFTER GROWING FIRST INSPIRED.
Degrees of self respect I struggle with,
I’m not fronting like my life ain’t but rubble, shit,
Yet a considerable weight, and rate of conversion comes with
A conscience.
Tared fair, even when your frazzled and most tired.
A conscience.
Define, dedicate,
a heart (repaired)
ain’t entrance requisite
So act inspired,
As some say
‘whose for this?’
‘Who got this?’
Let your sensitivity training flex mercifully
and adopt this.
New props, gist.
Y-Chrome stock ain’t it.
It’s that ‘stop’ kick
It’s ’halt, stay atop’ think.
Do adopt this,
New ops shift
You can spot this
Sts. Peter-Paul “upon this rock” this
A conscience.
Hearts are harmony, feelings graphed,
But a conscience is those four bars
The mother loving staff.