Junk
It is in the small things we see it.
The prophesies of the diluted delusional irrational rations
That pull together the fortifying justice
Upon mankind and intellectual vandals
Of this disgusting bland tropical environment
That tears me from my stupidity of injustice and non riotousness,
These small things eventually grow
Like an iridescent and gleaming tumor of the boring music in my mind
I am at the peak now and the flamingo of a flock has clued in
The the selfless stupidity that has endangered my world,
Is it that this correlation of fluctuation has indeed
Set present the motivation and bouldering descent
Of our final and conclusive death
The afterlife is another analogy
The prophesying ancients of the colonizing and efficient soldiers
The past and present of our slowly crumbling universe
Some people may question the irrelevance to this statement of devastating truth,
My statements of disbelief and romantics
Overwhelm the readers that do not totally compensate or pay tribute to this amazing and exciting junk
Copyright © Isaac Osterhout | Year Posted 2015
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