Skladba
Sometimes like a wind
of North East directions
penetrates the skin
like UV radiation
Sometimes like a burst
causing chain reaction
out of control
in heavy water deprivation
Reasoning falls apart from
behind tinted windows
Use and abuse the datasets
in twisted manipulations
Selling an absence
for substance
and smoke for mirrors
Tilly-tally on steroids
in tabloids for smearers
“Now, I got your souls”
Twenty microphones
amplifying the lies you’re living in
Feeding the choirs
of your valuable enemies.
Just repeat: “oh, it’s hard to breath in
on the top the air is paper thin”