~Don't you know who I am~

Said that suit stood on shoes
To lessen your fears
To brighten your views.

While a podium he rides
Throwing words on the wind.

Don't you know who I am
Shoehold gripping the door
As a flexible wall
Moments him in check.

Key to the city
By delusional thought
Minds, self induced exile
Clearing the way.


This trump card you'll need
Tho it's, not fully charged
Keep moving forwards
The thicker it gets.

As you become more transparent
Peering eyes cannot see!


~Bentlee~
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Apr 2015

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