Don't Care

What I lack has been hidden within all black, in attempts to win with a crack, at bat, against the truth that hits right in the sack, without facts to begin, lashing back through a sin, that is a little quick to act,

Sparking a harsh react of words, from those who lack an action using a distraction, creating a faction, in disguise leaving no recognition with eyes lacking diffraction leaving the mission hidden under the lies,

Fake feelings can not hide from the wise who can be defined not by lies but situations that threatens the demise of life that heightens a blatant act that only frightens the weak who are to afraid to speak.

Why be afraid of a 'leak' unless the truth is not allowed to speak against those who prey on the weak throughout the week with an intent to seek under the sheets for a quick peek as exhilarating as climbing a peak.

Bleak is what starts to creep in straight to the deep end killing others that are to afraid to leap in without an order to turn about. A wrinkle in time using a single shout.

Left out, wanting a marching in place for a parade that's a suitable request from a child in the third grade but instead by a man who acts half that age who reminds us this isn't the bronze or gilded age, we are submersed in the orange skin rage.

Whatever the gauge used to report workplace abuse will be overused in the next year or two. A literal complaint from floor to roof blocking 'Stormy' news yelling witch hunt to the tv crews. We were given the clues and yet still we lose.

This isn't 'Blue's Clues', it's time to ignite the fuse,

Leave behind those confused,

Wanting more abuse as opposed to believing they were used,

What's scary is we pushed aside any truths.

Pushing away a tide that was only used to get a vote, refusing to lose,

We had all the clues to realize through a manifesto type note due to business disasters.

So let's see how the future handles this truth, as money is his only master.

I'm not paying him any of my dues.

With or against, divided reality is captured finally.

Enough of the political speech, I'm dropping bombs on you to,

Lacking a forth willing deal in, hope to find yourself up on end,

But morals had to bend and this is meant to offend.

Dust off the books and read lines with no hooks,

Entertainment follows rules of those who are crooks,

To you it's only about looks, but you most likely broke down in your spiraled notebooks,

Lacking diction, paper empty, your attack is wimpy, no better than rooks.

Can't stand against me, to cocky with word play, fire getting stronger day by day,

No more talk about end of the world to scare me to go your way, this isn't Left Behind,

No wine or dine, enough using not to rare of Blood Moons, literally creating

A spiritually filled pandemonium, John Hagee time to hang up the podium.

Your diet obviously didn't go your way, don't try and hide put down the sodium chloride and ride, away,

This articulate rhythm of words may not be able to sway, I expect the floor to give way.

Light the torch because I'm already going to hell, so it is claimed by the Church. So have a great day ,

I'll send a postcard your way, as delusions control your mental contusions, get ready for nuclear fusion,

A reaction that gives no satisfaction with action, throw the booze in,

Act on your righteous sin, I'll sit back as our battle begins,

No Challenger crew noted any wins. Just a loss by a catastrophic end.

Not afraid to seal and send, not looking for a friend, no helping hand,

Already stuck in quicksand, not trying to bend truth in, just calling it as I see in.

Last line, then I'm leaving, no room to believe in, and to those who are fooled in and have no spine,~'Fin'