Busy body talk
Poison that reeks from the mentality
Your body outweighs your mind
Or overpowers it
Oh, the mind cocaine swears its apologies
Just a little too late
And the busy body talk
It remembers not to forget to not forgive
Tardiness is not accepted in broken bits of hope
Now demolished and distant in the midst of yesterday
Hectic thoughts making your mind blind
But the busy body talk rages on
(Similar to Shakespeare at a poetry riot
The most cordial rapper to never walk this century)
Trouble is
Tomorrow isn't always a new day
And the wretches bring you back somewhere in time
Life's leaving you blown away
And you all but remember there's nothing left to say
In the rough patches where the sun once stood
Caked-on sun sores lie as parasites
And the fire's returning
It goes on and on
Betting the busy body talk's won
When you're trying to fight it
Practical in it's magical memory, when
Wishes to fight were still in control
Faceless now in the vain attempt to cuddle the hope tight
We're all innocent until we've given in to the plight
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