Please watch your surroundings even in the Day.

Setting: Carpark, where two arseholes leer

a lone women packs her car without an ounce of fear

and opens the drivers door and sits in, when one enters the rear

closes her door from which he entered, and when no help draws near

the other walks over and closes the drivers door so no-one can hear

and when her seat is clear he enters, a faux pilot operating her gears

they drive off in daylight, I can only imagine the tears.

I aint fucking with it.

Fuck the game, the fuck game

is just an insecure game. Fuck.

Insecure, interchangeable, not even worth the rhyme

though valued higher then the majority's (the thing the fucking clock shows you.)

Like I give a shit about making a bitch cum

I'd rather sit back and watch a woman strum

for past relation was with a slut so dumb

to try to let others beat it, like a god forsaken drum.

Love turned to hate when you said I was just pity dates

for I don't play the game and you were probably charging premium rates

with loot boxes and all, as we all live in a monetary state

so go get yours while I also take a big step up, and just masturbate.

Shut down advance for I would already have beauty enhanced 

thats respect as I see, not the bump n grind try to hypno dance

pissed off over a glance, with a smile I love you too, entranced

for there aren't any missed chance, when happiness is already financed.

Good mourning.

Grew up seeing the tears from those seen for only sex

and the pathetic flex that turn the blessed to a hex

so I made a deal with me to never play the "who's next."

Though the world changed too quick

everyone understands the language of the dick

cheating speaks to the beauty not a fragile ego full of shit

but, no, not me over a decade alone and when it comes to this

what I miss is, the taste of the night filled with the slow, endeavour fuelled licks.

But I cant seem to escape the power play

the leash that turns to a whip, unable to enjoy the trust of the day.

Keeping it up.

Can't keep up the appearance

always looking for the higher sent

to give me the moving clearance

for the rights of the lovers ascent

but, for this, I fear the no coherence

"Where are thou, my hyacinth"

I need your adherence, perseverance.

A consistent show for the gallery

to earn the illusive immortal salary 

though I can see demons dancing around my finale.

It's not my aim 

for I'll never forsake, your name.

The lying standards.

Complain about men sleeping around

correction that I's not like that, eyes love bound

yeah but your not a real man, the feminists sound

tried to break me down so they can holler another penis found.

I will never sacrifice a real woman for these fucking hounds.

Grow baby grow.

I can see a smile that breaks through

though no shattered panes flew

just fragile facts to reflect what's always true

an existence of two from which time grew.

An historical future?

Used to offer hands, swear to God I tried

present try disappeared like Hi to hide

for the only thing witnessed was the innocence die

still no past tense like time to bide to say Bye

it's joint expectation with a wish that the end is a lie

for they already lied, trust they smart like AI

our end is nigh

with the option to flip the past to the future and deny

their offerings, and trust the soul of the reflected guy 

and let you be your guide to your future just aim higher 

then the clowns that they hired.

..............,................

Read lines that end up numbered 

I mean they turn out benign 

covertly worded nonsense monetarily signed

so join the spots for our life's live on the dotted lines

and nones more famous then the profit of sin 

it's obvious rise marks the pressure of their 'voodoo pins'

for the more brazen their hypnotic b(l)eates with rhymes 

the closer the perceived, end of time.

Mono and me.

Body count one should be none

mistakes made but the lesson won

in that monogamy's a constant state that you act from

not to start when another's chanced upon

for how can sight prevail and navigate artistic cons

when actions set to please the many, until the one is none.

Circle a life.

Contain my fame within unattainable gain

for no doubt remains they've killed your name

and blamed the game so all's the same

so my death be claimed as another's fame

and I'll try again within the agony of pain.

Where art thou?

Nowhere and thats all I could look for

somewhere is where my dreams pour

like rain drops on a leaf they drip, for a moment

and not a moment more.

Confusion ever stricken upon your place

and the why, the how you embody such a perfectly carved space.

Both seem synonymous when I haven't got a clue 

and seeing to believe will never answer the question true

so still I ask, where art thou? how are and why are you?

I know this you can never answer, except with absent laughter

and to be honest, it's that smile that I'm ever after.

Just a little something extra.

White dresses they refuse to red dye, though they forever lie 

as a pool for the tail legged, single celled, passer-by's. 

Fuck off.

Alpha's so sensitive to their manly beers

one look at a Trans and they see bended fears

don't worry boo you be men, it be clear

thats why your drinking the "Light" beer.

Forget-us. Yes.

I get lost in the thought of a fitting end

a town engulfed in a gas lit trend 

for here just the snakes and vermin blend

and thats normality with no substance to lend

God be dead, if we fucking ascend.

Fuck, shit.

Keep coming and run back beyond the see

dropping a deuce 'cause 2 of you are just one of me

so taste the shit, like getting anal until your gutsy

so back it up like you cunts grow on trees 

just the country corn fed brain dead's, that are dropping out seeds.

Just a little something.

Look a mushroom tip

"No, thats it."

Where?

A life given for what no longer lives 

looked up on high and made a wish

miles walked with the feeling of nigh

always there, meandering by my side 

feeling like a child asking for bread, but why,

do my palms overflow with rye?

So much potential 

no intellectual

faith perpetual

aim, eventual.

Accepted freedom.

I'm my own because I'm alone 

a hermit grows to a testosterone crone

this, an absolute like lying prone.

For years been fighting this fate

but I can't give into the bait

for so long I hated this trait 

but now the destiny, I cannot wait

guess thats the difference between 

faith in a lonesome state 

and being blindly led to a church in dire straits.

Seeing is believing.

Look around in a static rotation 

with an anticipating hesitation

silently hoping only you, will cut this tension.

To sit, to dream of more then what is

but the knowledge of you I couldn't even wish

so I cry, only idiots think ignorance is bliss.

So even if all you see is a painfilled smile

and the day may rest behind the sundial

there's nothing, no sight, more worthwhile.

Not like that, like this.

A beauty queen, more then I've ever seen 

draped at the waist by the sexiest loose jeans

just laid back watching the T.V screen 

on which, is what can only be described as a heated scene

and to my surprise she reached down to flick her, crumbs

from off her lap, for from a sweet tooth she can easily succumb

she stood to say hello just as my whole body went numb

she bent down to pick up her plate as I checked out her, figure

aura and all hit me with a drowsily drunk punch, minus the liquor

I looked up at the sky and thanked whoever/whatever picked her

as she made her way to the kitchen sparkling like she was made out of glitter

pots in the dishwasher for as she endearingly told me once, she don't like litter

she stands in the hot kitchen as she did something I wouldn't even allow myself to consider

my eyes stuck on her like their nothing but stickers

as she slowly undressed her top with the captivation of a, smile

from her lips as she catches me looking, and, well I'll tell you the rest in a

Never.