All these people asking me to linked in.
Like a prayer of automatic replies
Relic words pleading with me to linked in.
Only words pass,
Kept us distracted,
Shimmering fears dulled in light of instantaneous satisfactions
We never took such misdirections
As anything more than mistakes
Not sinister predilections, or for-profit intentions
Or if it were, we’re certain it was solo transgressions
Single actors working alone backstage is
Sneaking into the night such secretive pages
What sentence that I must say, still at cups stay my tongue no longer?
What sayest thou in the hour of your darkest that lit that light in harkening night?
Dropping which witch with witch-hazel stitches snitches first
Hopping honey raw, hope you had a tame time
Living by rote, writing mysteries and crime
Maybe you heard it’s a heart to heart fine
Got to git it get it got it good, real good, so good, Why, I
Said fy!, let’s break it down to brass tax and rhyme
Danced around the diva dude with loose attitudes too rude you’d have to croon baby oh who is this loon?
Something tells me let’s take everything that comes this way, let’s take everything in and lose control of our own clowns.
Let some lose change out and you’ve got yourself nickel and dimed,
I’m confusing my little hand with my lower left hand
My sixth middle finger with the lifts in my legs, I’m dressed to impress I’m here to engage
I’ve got four knuckles more than someone once claimed
I’m a pig wallop of a snarf snuggle