Old MacDonald Had a Farm

Humour 
may be the only way 
I used to laugh at it 
odyssey of oddities 
I took a stab at it 
used to want to be the 
norm 
and now look back at it 
funny 
how the twenty twenty 
only makes you think of 
bad traffic 
past addict 
I can only see myself 
in time delay try to stay 
present 
but the eyes can sway the sight away
maybe I should slow the scroll 
or role another night away 
I’ve been vibrant 
I don’t need to see the light 
to feel a type of way 
out of rights today? 
Maybe should have played 
to strengths and let the titans pay 
left of might today 
and honestly about to blow a bike a day 
the way I ride around these fairness wheels the carnival 
it barely feels that bright today 
they starve them all don’t fight or weigh the plights of May 
with all the doom in midst of June
these cycles range 
from tidal waves to what collides with microscopic change 
and rays that light can shape 
don’t need another forged in darkness 
need to strive to stray away 
from what seems status quo these days 
it seems the people’s face a catastrophic case of what is wrong is right 
and what is right is left 
to those with bucks to rocket chase 
I’ve lost my place repeated things I said when I set off to race 
across this page 
I mine as well repeat the gossip 
troubles truly yours, 
from some 
exhausted rage 

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