Mr. Whelve

Face was rigid than 

A sham wet cardboard painting,

Concealing all of his love,

Irrational and unstable,

But what he presents, is suave, and personable

Attention is his H20,

But his eyes keeps an hour glass that’s quickly becoming non existent,

If you pull back the curtains underneath his eyelids,

Ooooo, that’s a soft spot where he forbids,

Oooooo , Thats where I found where his past traumas live,

I saw his mama,  and some old shit he never forgived,

Grown man, mentally trapped in a child like soul,

Mmmmmmmmm,Mommy issues, but he stay wrapping it in a whole bunch of manipulating ego’s,

Ego is to heart, so he like that shit stroked

Ego is to heart, so he like that shit stroked

Ego is to heart, so he like that shit stroked,

He look so strong, but his weakness hides in the shadows in a fetal position,

He look so strong, but his boundaries had been officially conditioned,

He look so strong, but you can tell something missing

Smile coruscating, sweet nothings of value,

Laconically hidden on the inside he’s yearning to be valued,

Cant respond well, when he get treated like a king,

Somebody or something has robbed this man of his being,

Somebody or something has robbed this man of his being,

Hard to convince a grown lost soul,

When that’s the only road they know,

Red Flags looking like six flags,

But he’s emotionally detached,

Ego is to heart, so he like that shit stroked

Ego is to heart, so he like that shit stroked

Ego is to heart, so he like that shit stroked….