Respect your elders
Deflection held their
Opinion turned knowledge
A tragedy befell here.
Wisdom holders tell
That their shit never smells
Ain’t no roses in that garden
Pick a flower flavoured hell.
But you’re told that you must
Hold a secret – always trust
When they lie, deceit and cover
Everything you want discussed.
It’s funny when you cry
They’re laughing – always wise
They’re never lacking
Cause it’s all inside their minds.
And their own motives underlie…
Your trapping.
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