LULLABY


The headphones lodged within the soft part of his ears.
From its holes emerged the lady that took a trip to the brain and heart.
With her was a wooden flute which she gingerly placed on her lips and played
Spurting and regurgitating lewd images at every sound.

With a necromancer's touch, the tone revived the dead man.
And with a fireman's touch, the tone unscrewed the stopper holding back the muddled flow of thoughts
Wild ferns littering the feeding troughs

A lullaby she sang.
A rabbi of the forgotten way, she was
A tone which gently stilled the alarm bells that rang.
A piece of cloth that slowly covered the rays of the light which gleamed.
An intoxicating substance which obscured the view of the advancing fang
A firm and subtle hand tiptoeing with an intent drag away from the congregation of the redeemed.
A temporal meal it offered to quench the eternal pang.

Lullabies they are.
Every ad preaching the total ability of man.
Every kid flashing wads of Benjamins without having no clear purpose to life.
Every pulpit solely dedicated to earthly enrichment.
Every act and pursuit focused on generating envy and defeat to perceived black ensemble wearing long nailed old women.
#BASHORUN

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