me and my old man
 had entered a dan
when
 everyone
was seeing a scene of unusual poetry

me and my old man
 beckoned a cup of tea
and drank
 and awakwardness sank
into the hearts of human
 who believe the wholeness of place
has seen the nadir
 of sophestication
but my old man was having
 the knowledge giving
and sandwich taking
 in the aura of unspeechable darkness
but my old man was hungry
 and i was in dread
coz my bread
 is sure for dead
is in the name of old man

my old man had it
 and i was expressionless
coz my quench wasn't that
 that i had
but of an old man
 to see the srtificiality of life
and advocate his kinds
 to go for real