Mazi, It’s Enough. Please Sit Down

Medusa would trigger respect,
And make a whirling crowd relax
Zendo is a place to find peace,
Immerse yourself in its moist air
It’s always a fight or rubble,
To make noise or to make trouble
Singing the praise of a mans fault
Enlighten me on your disease,
Notice how the crowd stares at you
Overly amock, that’s your tag
Undertake the works of berserk
Give grief to the hopeful human
Have their heads whirl in guilt’s pool
Patronise us with your excuse
Leave the matrix to us to solve
Explain why your mouth is a car
And drives us to the wild each dawn
Say no more of your loss, it’s past,
Ease yourself the pain and be echt
Sway left and right, walk on water,
Imagine the wonders you hold,
Tell your fears you’re not their product
Ditch the archaic ill-natured pose
Overcome the desire to
Whisper loud curses in a crowd
Never say what you can’t take back

LARDO