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letra de fighter plane - son anthony

the dials wind down at a rate so rapid
that it makes what days p-ssed feel like they never happened
i’m just a p-ssenger out to ascertain if it rains on anybody else’s head or only me
can only click only my heels so much before the taps
emulate water torture effects but by a mishap
perhaps these attempts could lead to something in the future
that my heart could bleed for like it’s already been doing
the pensiveness is due to how i’m sensitive i am
but that’s the fuel that moves the pencil
my foolishness is mental
you are not special. get that through your head
and don’t tell me whats fair or unfair until you’re bedridden
or if your able body starts shutting down suddenly
then clutch on who you love or what the f-ck you deem as holy
my rabbit hole l-st cannot be quenched by such drivel
i fear i won’t ever be satisfied. even a little
how come everybody here seems faceless?
why’s my fruit tasteless on every occasion?
i’m way up here beyond a consciousness observation
i’m running out stamps to mail you letters from my station
have patience

your tired eyes explain the cadence in your voice
no choice but to think i am faulted after hosting
my flag for the voiceless to make us more boisterous
formally ignored by most by now we’re an annoyance
my clairvoyance could have never predicted
that i eventually could find a meaning for existence
cake went the distance but i’ll go the speed
at a pace so rapid it makes rabbits look weak
white knuckle and buckle up as it gets b-mpy from the turbulence
oxygen on stand by in case we hit the current
occurrences of this happen more often than not
so if you don’t mind the risk involved, come in for a ride
i cater to beat makers that are greater than gatsby
in aid to write rhapsody to orchestrate calamities
the climate change casualties are the wake up call
as polar bears drown due to man made factories
the latchkey kid made his way made his on way in this world
without the guidance from the grown ups that supplied me with words
to use when i pilot my plane up in the sky
i won’t bother waving to those waiting for my arrival..

- son anthony

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