Chismis

Who am I to make decisions?
Commit to capture, I'm imprisoned
In a life of hiding, what is living?
Can't be troubled, we're still stitching
Become a tool of the enigma
Feeling foolish to care so much
Some eyes are green, but yours are yella
Do you have dark intent? There is no telling

Face, is it ungluing? It's itching
Pair, eyes are unblinking, they're deserts now
Fair, few things are

What is the meaning of this problem?
Pull on the kite string ever-present, your name revealed
Fake ground beef and imitation
Piled onto something special, wheat or chaff?
Are you Vick Vinegar's disciple?
Or are you bark with spiny bosses?
A culmination of your senses
Bleeding armor now defenseless

Food, not just for thought
Feed the worms coffee grounds
Taste replacing self
Like a cycle of nutrients
Tongue, culture club
Your noggins are dieting
Numb, deaf in smell
The flavor's just barely there



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