SHEBANG

Tuning up the chord of this poetic word
which I could record and abruptly export
if you took me to court, I would find support 
in simmering slang, I ate the whole shebang
at the end of the rant, I swallowed my tongue.

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IF YOU CATCH MY DRIFT

I was drifting in my dream, the current took me

I did not resist the flow, a matter of wait and see

when it comes to the crunch, I'll need the energy

to snap out of a situation that don't render me free.

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FALSE SELF

Some of us have been locked up in a personality

only in the deepest dreams may truth show face

we know very well the false aspects of our nature

yet, we often hide behind a disguised disposition.

Our vanity will make us put on appropriate attire

have the appearance of what we supposedly are

odd as this may sound, we are willfully impaired

permanently so, when distinctions are compared.

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AWAKENING

There was a wake up call promptly intercepted

sophisticated methods used by spying oglers

picking the message like a thread from butter

in a matter of moments blinders were fluttered

orders were released to locate loose roosters

eyebrows were raised, beaks were tightened.

Fractured were relations in draconian quarters

oligarchic vestiges facing absolute extinction

nerves were sharpened, sabers rattled in vain

as pain would remain in a threatened domain

the meek would get shuffled again and again

at the tip of the iceberg there is plenty to gain.

Sweeping changes in exchanges is long due

sleeping herds were alerted to take their cue.

A century old promise is finally coming true

there is little difference between me and you.

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