Who knows what will happen, kinda like English weather,
Discernment, Run DMCing 26 and tougher than leather.
What will the tabloids read today, always predictable fear,
Sit down, I've got a story to tell, stop and lend me your ear.
We've been programmed like a computer, unlearn those lies,
Trying to shake off devils and awaken some bloodshot eyes.
Been to the nuthouse, virtual insanity, I'm not Jamiroquai,
Listening in to the general chit chat, can't do nothing but sigh.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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A collage of thoughts in this piece. Nicely done
Appreciate it.
You are very welcome Shaun
Can't see, erm, Eddie Thompson or Eric Taylor, for example, in that picture! Another sigh at this corny joke yet again. heehee.
Lol 🙂
We knows them, those disguised guys! lol.
Shaun, the Run DMC and Jamiroquai bits made me smile, but there’s still a real weariness underneath this. Nicely balanced, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks pal, like adding my references.
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