Games of shames
Slain are unknown names.
Thought seeds wall of frames
Social engineering, steering
Puppeteering cheering
Reminds of arenas
Archaic in type
Hyena hype
Hurt my
Heart
I ask
Then
What’s
My part?
Eyes don’t
Dart. Stare
Tactic scare..
Well, you know
It’s your show, deer.
Your role, truth be told?
Drum rolled, time slowed.
Pitter, patter, black n blue
Tattered, and battered…
Four eyes...