Bismarks bismillah was playing shehnai,
Some sheiks were shaking because they said truce.
The tories folded inwards, the balanced ’mush’,
The rave in the rain of the moonforest was unfolding.
Some people were arled others laughed on,
We both knew the treasure, that’s me an inborn Gemini.
Swords well drawn, their teeth clenched jasmine,
The souring rainbows of a whispering tree.
A man forced co2 another N try oxide,
You sparkle with co3.
In the most ‘fragrant’ sheets of shitty villages,
We tried to be another me.
For what asked Abdullah?
He said for a machine.
The wind was drawn and violet,
The songs marine.
No need to be wild,
‘truth’ is shivering the spine.
No need to say where,
I’ve been immersed and fried.
No guitars, no cars,
No velvet rings.
I’m just canned by,
The silver spring.
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