Oh Sir I believe you mock me in your jest
A simple man who's is quite complicated at mere best
And I would say the same about my mind
And yet if I decide to genuflect that's not exactly what I find
But I know what you mean in a non thought out way
And I think I'm easy in a very unreal kind of play
Altho I pass as just that unless I engage in the other way
It's a pass that's always fulfilled it's part
Well thought out with no soul loss on the departure
And yet not thought because it need not be
It's as natural as my skin and I wear it well you see
I skin walk a slack talk just so I can be
Other wise it's way to dry and I don't care for me
In a different dimension kind of reality
And I forget that you pop that play
Which can be quite confusing when you connect with me
The eyes aren't there to access the reality
Which then makes us a mess of laugh-ability
And on occasion a massive irritability
Especially when I'm working the mind
And only skimming your line
Yes busted I do you see
But then in turn you must to do to be
It's the natural kinetic makeup of our reality