Come to terms with internal strife
the audible concerns past moments in life.
The dull duet of disharmony within disputes
the lag it’s sad who tags the issues we refute.

I’m the Sandymancan your poet with a plan
when the shit hits the fan its then you must stand.
The consensus within any conversation
while consent conceals a fraudulent consultation

I dictate no obligations no dialogue for declarations
the bitterness you refuse to see doesn’t wash with me.
Catchphrases on the run what? the cat got your tongue
I may be wrong discourse is a ballad of an old familiar song

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