It has been such a while

I have missed you, sorry for having been so long
It feels like life times find a man strapped for rhymes
not forgotten, wrong turns on the right type of way to learn
Way to not let the candle burn by letting it stay with the wick
Wickedness is not using that which you fit, covering up tricks
Lover of all of the above and mixed, tip my glass for every last trip
take a sip, let me show you why we exist. For this shit

To make something different, a letter better
than has been done before, in such a man, or in this manor
of Fact, never decided to keep score, of how much more we can afford
tracks dropped knowledge and valor right onto the floor

Some of these deplorable horrible sores keep be bored, of what we record
My history is definitely crafted by the stories I call reality,
face value is hardly the venue to come through, blues poetry ballads on the menu
and for dessert, for more energy to exert, the inertia was where it hurt

Tech blues


Walking on air<
Got the job working on a cloud
where, the northern Hemisphere
Central time standard,
answering from Cali to New Hampshire
e-commerce, FI’s need their software
the term was new to me as well
Financial Institutions
large electronic transactions
need guards, developers, and call centers

The story will tell out later like a cash register
better than Internet help like what’s this do hicker?
Do da lee do, press the button until your finger turns blue
just kidding but it’s true, technological illiterate blues

That is my cue, volunteering peace together the clues
this Saturday at the Retirement center, questions and answers
like how do you use a computer?
No question is stupider learning how to learn quicker,
making my homies job much easier<
Answering calls of the ISP’s Netflix fever

Work hard and have discipline enough to never bluff your guard
the tough stuff cuts like scars from hateful veins
building huts and buying real estate on the brain
highly trained to maim and restrain
extra critical and providing some patience
for the growth of the miracle
still seems only in dreams are there lyrical position openings
Cut back on the ganja for stronger dopamine levels
The tech blues played and pedaled in Metal middle C
fiddling the mandolin in when time spares rhymes for riddles
give it a jiggle, maybe a wiggle or a tickle
because if your not crying from laughter clutching your middle
might as well be back there hidden in a lost cubicle.