Smooth
He takes you in
Without knowing your business
He offers remedies
For the hole in your soul
Greasy hair
It falls in chunks
He puts his hat back on
To hide the fear
To hide the secret
Hatred
Whatever you are
He doesn't care
Sit down and watch
Have a smoke
Breathe the air
The same air that makes him choke
Lies
Truth
It's blended together
Shredded
It's just a stare
Looking at a square
Tactical pleasure
They have the treasure
You can't reach it
They put it at your fingertips
They know you can't see it
His mind mind is occupied
Thinking of something else
He's happy to have company
The cats are wandering
They sit at your feet
Asking
Asking
Claws
From below
You can't see
From above
You can't be
He's in between
Strapped
His shoes on the ground
Something stinks
But he lives
There's not much we can do
Rats
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