Tuesday, June 21, 2022

The Last King of the Konkani People ~ Tuesday, June 21, 2022

Fake Ass Friends ain't hard to find, we're ubiquitous

Ask anyone, yeah? People pretend to be friends

Kiss and make up, nah? At work, at school, on the street

Even at the crib . . . Babies, so iniquitous

Ask me a question, I'll tell you no lies. I lie

Simply to test love. Faithlessness, she who defends

Shiftless while neutral people, no fear but defeat

For fuck's sake, the point? Moot yet again, pointless lives

Remind me to leave, to walk away, I may cry

Indeed, who sheds tears over people who don't care

Ever so worthless, dissimulation at best

Never trust pretense, root out truffles like a bear

Despite a pig's nose, some trotters are left at rest

Shank me in prison, this life of the mind, all knives

Access the mirror, for the self is all that counts

If I insult you, the mirror says it's not true

Not true about you but about myself, my thoughts

Thoughts as opinions, worthless as Franklin amounts

Historically, nah? Cash rules . . . the mirror still speaks

As if you don't care, you're feelings hurt, you feel blue

Ricochet bullets, unintended, the red dots

Despite their speed, missed. Such velocity careens

Tragically, a child, hospitalized for twelve weeks

Objective Zero . . . Collateral Damage . . . Not Good

For fuck's sake, who needs Fake Ass Friends who miss

If the child dies, then . . . murder hides out in the hood

Nowhere else to go. Can't go out. As snakes will hiss

Damn near stuck inside. Everyone knows, movie screens

Welcome to the past, when life was easy, money

Equal to wages, never worked a day, triggers

Remember those days, on bikes or backseats of cars

Everyday waiting . . . to grow taller, some honey

Underneath my chest, breathing hard on the grass, kiss

Bites my neck, her pawn, like a queen but gold diggers

In my face, honey, she makes new friends in the bars

Quit the rat race, yeah? Never had a chance, held down

Under my breath, words . . . escape, they reflect my bliss

If only honey, but the dripper loves to feed

Take a break, let go, let the past remain the past

Only honey speaks inside my mind full of greed

Underneath my chest, a moment, nothing can last

See, when the kid died, so did I, without my crown

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