Younique

Near perfect imperfections...  
We flop flaccid, snuffed erections.  
They bled acid, "clean elections".  
Free-bred lectures, ponzi lessons.  
   
I claim full response for the half truth.  
See through C4 blends into Beirut.  
Plan no manners in the base like Babe Ruth.  
Plant 5 hammers to the face?    
   
"Just play dude!"  
   
I call American shenanigan.  
Vivacious like a mannequin.  
So animated, yet so unrelated    
to the sound of 'em.  
   
I'm traveling the phantom-ring.  
Continuous unravelment.  
Purposeful abandonment,  
so rapid is the sand i'm in.  
   
Deaf-toned lies.    
Through the colour of your eyes,  
I admire every dice that you managed to  
collide on snake-eyed sides.  
No dismemberment obliged.  
   
I let go...  
   
Like age-old velcro.  
Free as Bombfunk Mc's style flow.  
I'm commuting on the hi-low.  
On repeat like a parrot's fly zone.  
   
I need rest...  
   
Every single day in our lives is unique.  
Many days in my life I'd wish I knew.  
Not one day combined within a week.  
How come we only remember so few?