bad whispers from Snark by King Dooker

we hang around tho not too close
denying how this changes what we wanna tell
it's more a state than a place we go
another doorway left half open to the snow
we pick apart what we don't know
while throwing darts tho not particularly well
me being here is enough to show
there's nothing more demanding beckoning me so

we don't control it, and we didn't roll it at any other time
those footprints ain't mine

we don't patrol it, and digging a hole is an over-subtle sign
you don't care to find

failed to unfold it, and barely can hold it, and can't afford the fine
as you toe past the line

we over-told it, and you undersold it to any other swine
and every mother kind

"hey, it's over" you say

yo, you just wanna take it off the top
no, you don't know the better time to stop
so, you will maybe think how sometime
that the gift that you've gotten can go rotten in the mind
yo, thinking how you maya beaten me?
no, feel it as i break ur other knee?
so, you had better somersault away
all shut-uping about how you been making me pay ya

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