The Vibe (Poem)

You think you’re going somewhere
But you really dont know the vibe

All eyes are on your bullseye
No clown can save your hyde

The roast is on
The table is set
From silver spoons to golden vats

It’s gonna be a feast tonight
Let’s get this party started right

I’ll take you to the bistro
Slow cook you into glue

Plaster your walls with all your lies
And everything you do

So you can tip your hat
Saddle your horse
Crack the whip and ride

But you ain’t going nowhere
Cuz you really don’t know the vibe

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