Seventh Sense Of Sniffing

 Seventh Sense of Sniffing

-Miss A


Rats are so much rabbits, minus the beauty
Seeing back the past, so bubbly, minus the likely
Rancid butter-frosting, state a lucid dream molten
You gain power to control it, but it's already rotten.
In this power, you get to sense, a seventh sense
The sense of sniffing, the elements of behavior so intense
It's so deep, and before you know, it litters of their tongue
Could you change it, you already believed that monologue
But you can now smell, what they'd know
Sparks of neuron electricity, like a criminal, a crow.
But rabbits and rats both survive
Massive times of hunger, shelter and death-ride
It takes the skins off the rabbits
But nothing from the cluster of rats
For the rats were never loved before
"They are what they are", deprived of characteristics
Uninvited to grounds of morals, white layer of décor.
What do one has to lose, who's already stripped
Rodents are bare, can't pretend to be what they aren't
You know, you could sniff the reality and the duality.
It's now in a prison, behind the bars
The innocence you thought in of theirs
Would you pay a visit?
Arrests are for crimes right.
What did they do to you, yo be in there?
What did you sniff in your lucid dream...







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