The Souper Star

Where can I go. Following me like the black plague, Droppings here and there for show. ----let them lie where they fall after all who is the big cheese who is the termite at the top of the hill, rambling longer, saying less, worthless krill having to search out a dying whale simply to have meaning to it’s existence. Excess baggage intended solely to take up space. Tainting the atmosphere with worthless mindless waste. Floating around with an atmosphere of “too close for comfort.” Sad isn’t it. All the lies. All the make believe All the deception of fellow members who take the truth for granted. Like the willow, which can only bend so far, drivel faithfully ranted, comes to a bitter end