Stand Up, It Is Time To Be Humiliated
Proverbs of an ancient world release a faint pulse
through my lips as they morph musical notes
And drip ink-like drops into funky quotes.
You can hear a howl.
The words are becoming anamalistic
And my heartbeat is at a mile a minute.
My lungs are heaving and breathing to the limit.
So stand on that stage and tell me
Was it you here the whole time?
And the room got dark.
Silence hushed across the crowd.
Live the moment
So stand up....
It is time to be humiliated.