mirrors

I know u know it, and that’s a fact, Your problems is where the mirror at, take a look at what’s staring back, your problems is where the mirror at, the finger , the blame, the lid, the cap, & them vibrations that real living distracts,your soul,met its match, feet get cold,blanket n octopus’me,the heat we hold,to each its a own,till u old n gray and your teeth is gone, promises that u make, when u reach for loans, however long that it takes, that belief is wrong, gave it to u,during the summer,now these leafs are blowing,dog tail sticking straight, and his teeth is showing, the asphalt,pebbles n rocks,front door,cylinder-metal & lock, nasty work,something demonic,all that’s relevant stops, humble abode,where the love is though,through is thoroughly,Sunday morning cleaning, silky Frankie & Beverly, heating the spot with kerosine,switched from Martin to Medellin, Heinz ketchup to ketamine, blow up mattress, no bed n springs, Poland & plastic,used the hose,in the back,outside & we active, first impression,& last thought,every type of question, your ass lost, till u reynolds wrapped,n saran’d off, a thief,ain’t no pass plays,blow ya hand off,