Some will say karma will rectify the situation per these Sunday morning persuasions; check out how the tables turned!
It’ll alarm ya! So Amazing per Luther? no, more like hazing from Lucifer! y’all heard all the fables but were lessons learned?
Following our muse? oh yes!! as the tables turned it’s like we're caught up in the game chasing the flame! Facing abuse, chasing the flame like chasing the wind per financial pursuit per Google Ads with just pennies for our thoughts? more like half penny dreams. Maybe an annoyance per the debatable circumstances; being built or torn down as dreams slip through our fingers. Flamboyance? no, due to the pandemic the tables turned for those swagging / fronting / flexing and faking; these days the low morale lingers.
We’re taking a chance as the tables turned; in frozen prose appropriate per the Northeast Bomb Cyclone, tales of winter I write. We’re taking a chance as the tables turned! the loose leaf will fill up with blue ink as memories melt away, my mind heats up with insight. Halt with your advances, slow your roll! your fictional truths will incite a riot I was told. The tables turned, check the collateral damage! innocent bystanders understand us, knowing this world is cold.