Tempestuous Little Gnat,
You think you’ve out-done me somehow.
One-up being a thief.
When you live surrounded by a system,
And I work with everyone – but not you.
Digital Accord
And my whispered vocals
Make wraiths show up at your doorstep
And the Boogeyman crawls from the
Basement crawl space
Withering at command
To acknowledge- you’ve stolen a sacred-want.
My money.
The Ghosts enthrall every living being and the sound
That quakes you in the night
Is only from
My puppeteering.
Domineering but much alliance,
In the fact,
My tattle-tales aren’t Lies.
Fill the Cauldron and Bats will surround
You with benevolent chit-chat
And the hyenas sit outside the window waiting
For you lazy-gaze to sit
And soth
And doth – thoust does nothing.
And somehow the Witch keeps playing Tunes of the Harp of Echo.
So the privy can acknowledge
You will not live off my fortune,
When you choose to Steal Bounty.
Wipe the fucking dust off, Squatter.
You got tons of Blue-Spray hoarded.
No cure, only elixir,
That I better see a bit more.
If you want to keep living here.
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