I Riot At Nightfall

Miles are missing

And there’s a big bang

For a broken back

The log book lacks

And I’m mad to cat

For that but here I’m sat

Pining in the slack

Footwell of your black

Voyage through the cracks

In earth’s trap

Well, I’d like to recall

Snacks that I snapped

In that gob of mine

As I lapped up scraps

You called me the ether

I called you mad

We ain’t going forwards

Nor back

Just side to side

Like crabs, dancing 

In the drab grab

Of smooth jazz

That turns rap

Once the sun finally naps

And we can no longer have

All the nice things

That last slap of magic

Dragged into our

Promise. 



By Lyric Deep.

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