What's Up

These days as they are to be.
To observe the witnessing,
People campaigning...
In support to endorse,
Being deceived by thieves to believe...
Them to be,
Wholesome, honest.
And made victims misunderstood,
For their sincerity to misunderstand,
They are not robbers hiding in the 'hoods'...
Leeching off the innocent.
With a telling of their crooked lies.
That's 'What's Up!'
Left to leave where it is to ignore.
Not to be 'Down With It!'
You feel me?

When enough becomes enough,
To have had enough?
Why pretend waving hands in the air,
Like you just don't care.
Attempting to stay funky,
With a stench that stinks to the Heaven above.

And people who seem incapable to notice,
What's up these days.
Never will recognize a tommow.
Coming to go and leaving them left...
Unaware as to what happened!

And...
How sad is that?
If I were you,
I wouldn't look back at it.
Then become attracted,
With a slow addiction...
To the wondering of why?
As if a drug seeking a reply,
Or a response to a question...
Asking what's up from the ones,
Messed up in the head!

If I were you,
I would trade in that empathy you have...
For something more common.
Like...
Taking up residence in the jungles of Amazon!
Exploring to adventure,
What pioneering reality offers.