I used to think there was miscalculations
Upon misdeeds
That only found its way to
Sordid judgements
And I somehow disdained
The fact
That all the insecurity I had within
Was some sort of slow-turmoil
To notion that I had indeed
Went about things so fast
That it doesn’t quite hit me
Until about 6 years later,
Then as I wrap up,
I got plenty of The New waiting on me,
Yet again.

For those is fortuitous and facetious lies
That were simply some sort
Of
“Withholding of the truth”
I don’t precede for it to mean
One keeps secrets;
They just happen to respect their own privacy,
;that other privacies-
Simply mean
You should hang up the phone
‘“It’s skipping.

You can skip work,
I’m going to venture and wonder why
It feels like 8, 15, 6, 5, and 12 years ago.

I only work in classics,
I don’t think a hit or sample
Is simply fair,

Unless,
You choose
Bounty
And life will stream like fountains
When you try it my way.