Toxic Perfume
Toxic perfume fills the air it settles in agreement with
those who don’t understand it. It seems as though it
has no where to go and nothing to do. This toxic perfume
is becoming our doom.
It softly whispers by and everyone ignores it, until it
slaps them in the face. Then they cover there noses
and they move swiftly in haste. So that the toxic perfume
will not penetrate, their brain. But you can't out
maneuver it, because it has been trained.
Toxic perfume in the underground city that smells
so gritty attacks the masses of people moving to and fro.
They carry heavy backpacks that will have them eventually
walking low. They really have no where to go, they only think
they do when they smell the toxic perfume.
It is making everyone stupid, they do whatever it says.
They have become like robots that have no place to lay
their heads. But from what I have heard, it’s all going according
to the plan. So the only thing for you to do, is to take your last
breath and make it last.
Copyright © Marian Marcus-James | Year Posted 2010
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