 | My rhyme ain't good just yet,
My brain and tongue just met,
And they ain't friends, to par,
My words don’t travel too far,
They tangle in my hair,
And tend to go nowhere,
They grow right back inside,
Right past my brain and eyes
Into my stomach juice
Where they don’t serve my two's,
All melted calories,
Nutrition values.
And I absorb back in
The words right through my skin
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The weather report keeps on
Tossing and turning,
Predicting and warning,
And warning and warning,
Possibly it could be news publications
Possibly it could be news TV stations
That very same morning right next to her coffee
She noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing
National Geographic was being too graphic,
When all she had wanted to know was the traffic
“The worlds got a nosebleed” it said
“And we’re flooding but we keep on cutting
The trees and the forests dead!”
And we keep on paying those freaks on the TV,
Who claim they will save us but want to enslave us.
And sweating like demons they scream through our speakers
But we leave the sound on 'cause silence is harder.
And no one’s the killer and no one’s the martyr
The world that has made us can no longer contain us
And profits are silent then rotting away 'cause
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds. |  |
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