PSY - OPS

Neo Merlin empty vectors,

A perspective target recipe.

Grown-up snot-nosed blamers,

Worth little moral integrity.

Bon-bon eating psy-ops bitches,

Torture the Di Vinci Code.

How more many layers of fear

Am I to peel til this is old?

Step momma's boy sociopaths

Triangulate the source,

Talon held blueberries

Are centered par for course.

Co-independent trinity,

Is used beyond her means,

Commodity for selfish gains,

Is ripping at the seams.

Hateful words and heart-attacks,

Another blown vein,

Schizophrenic hearing,

Drive's everyone insane.

The dam is full, the hills fall short,

Remote delta land is steaming,

The moon beneath us passes through,

While the videos keep streaming.

The end has passed the date of time,

But nothing here has moved.

Still spinning in this moment,

So much we haven't proved.

If mistakes can make a miracle,

And magic is what we seek.

Then I'll synchronize the scripting,

Where coincidence is bleak.

This rant can't keep on moving,

The beat forever sound,

And waveless voices haunt all us,

Whenever I'm around.

An attitude is prevalent,

Adjustment greatly needed.

But somehow we're still stagnant,

The dawn was never seeded.

I'll end this verse with...(dot dot dot)

So your game can ramble on.

But when the twilight disappears,

My memory's not gone...

So carry on...

NOT!!!

~Yvonne Renee Moore