The Perversion on mine eyes
My ears, my mouth
The perversion of my mind
That I can no longer see a grown man with a little child
And not question or doubt
Worse even that while I fold my newspaper
I say to myself, ‘aint no ‘uncle’ touching my kids’
The perversion of my eyes
My eyes, my eyes burn in pain
I fear for my people
My people who do not know that time is ephemeral
And wealth a sexy vixen that toys with emotions
My people, scrambling to memorize lyrics and songs
Argue about videos and ‘what’s up!’
While books lay over books, embracing dust
We dress our faces, our bodies
Spray sweet fragrances
While our brains lay naked, cold and ashamed
Alone, unfed, uncared for
We wear signs on our foreheads, please adopt abandoned brains!
The perversion of time
We have a lot of it
Make plans to plan for a plan we don’t plan!
Then future meets present and smacks you in the head
Booties, pimps, whores, niggas, bitches, am I missing any?
Perverted tongues, speak lies
Mirage of gangster success, Mirage of fame, mirage of ‘luck and chance’
Please forget dedication, practice, preparation
Welcome genie, Ali Baba, 1800fortuneareus!
Films of smoke becomes the perverts meal
Mute my voice
Go on, mute it
Happy as a clam now, maybe you’d even ‘like’ this.
An app on your computer, phone, a house in your brain
Updated status’ of foolery and absolute inconsequence
After all, these are the perversions of mine eyes.