Near perfect imperfections…
We flop flaccid, snuffed erections.
They bled acid, “clean elections”.
Free-bred lectures, ponzi lessons.
I claim full response for the half truth.
See through C4 blends into Beirut.
Plan no manners in the base like Babe Ruth.
Plant 5 hammers to the face?
“Just play dude!”
I call American shenanigan.
Vivacious like a mannequin.
So animated, yet so unrelated to the sound of ’em.
I’m traveling the phantom-ring.
Continuous unravelment.
Purposeful abandonment,
so rapid is the sand i’m in.
Deaf-toned lies.
Through the colour of your eyes,
I admire every dice that you managed to
collide on snake-eyed sides.
No dismemberment obliged.
I let go… Like age-old velcro.
Free as Bombfunk Mc’s style flow.
I’m commuting on the hi-low.
On repeat like a parrot’s fly zone.
I need rest…
Every single day in our lives is unique.
Many days in my life I’d wish I knew.
Not one day combined within a week.
How come we only remember so few?








Oh, this is great! That last stanza is like an echoing question mark
Thank you so much Willow!
Yes, yes, yes, YES!!! 🔥
❤️❤️❤️
This is awesome. Nicely said and executed marvelously.
Wonderful wordplay Drieks…
Awesome audio…
That is such a cool site feature…
– Cipher
Thank you so much Cipher.
Yeah it’s awesome they have this feature. Hoping to bring out more music on here soon.
Masterfully penned, Drieks. Great flow and fantastic wordplay my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian. Your words bring warmth to my heart as they always do.