>>936620417
In chains of the mind, we rely on our wits.
The seething masses do writhe towards asses and tits.
Talking with those you have close is not wise.
Unless you have in sight what is seen in their eyes.

I could grant you an audience, a jury, a choir.
But you would just see me as another likely liar.
As I delve into madness to spread who knows what.
At least I am not in the ghetto about to be shot.

So rest calmly in your bindings, your subtle restraints.
I will bring clear and sharp timings, to quiet distaste.
As we both ponder the virtues of the darkness before us.
Who dares to remember that all were once like us?