Live
So many shades of gold and green
Food for thought and the snap of pretence
Rolling in a constant so perfect it's unnatural
A creation in a basement would picture more real
So pure my bags are filled unfiltered
Up baby blue and the red kite tousled with white
So heavenly I can taste the candy
Songs sung by the masses mimicking life's triumphant goals
Celebration of the children with bloated tummies
While cages crystallize the withering power
We mock with scaly tears and sagging teats
Circle of death
Step inside and celebrate as we are
United in miserable vibration
Happy birthday to you
Have a slice of fly and contribute more waste
To pay your dues
Kiss the dirt and give thanks to the Lord in your final act
Push
You have returned
Push
Just a flying visit as we face the swarm
So thirsty now, I'm in the window, living while nobody is home
As sadness turns the never-ending story
I am numb
All in on red, as black can't win
The house will be okay
Copyright © Aaron Mccabe | Year Posted 2022
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