[Mr. J]

Sunken eyes dwelling in the face of last week
inferiority & fear mixed to chase my last dream
cheap liquor is gone, already wasted that seed.
puking on memory lane, already tasted that street.
a trail that tailed back, I created that lead...
the clues and the traps that are baited by me.
a map that helped when erasing back streets.
alleys & escape routes changing that need...
a live lead that will eventually find a dead end
the smell of rot, the horrid aroma of dead flesh
maggots of tomorrow crawling over the dead...dead.
your fate awaits at the end of the cheese maze
there isnt enough nonsense left for me these days
so set up the exercise wheel & water for each face.
put the monkey in the middle, its truth keep away.
sign on the door, do not disturb, quiet & keep away.
just another experiment they get to see today.
would write it in latin but you still couldnt seize the day.
truth & lie in the balance lets see what a Libra weighs
whats on their mind? what does their Caesar say?
peel their scalp back & let us see the ways....