Right
We smile the most, but
they are the happiest.
And we look the best, but
they are the prettiest.
And we talk the most, but
they are the only ones having a conversation.
All is a lie,
what appears in the eye
does not match the true value.
We see dye, and continue painting.
Escaping, haiting, fading.
Thats what you are supposed to do.
With brushes.
Brushes they gave us.
Brushes that won’t leave us.
Brushes we didn’t ask for.
But got and kept.
They see the motive of the snake
the consequence.
They see beyond appearence,
where we fear interference.
The ad said naked, cold, and shriveling
So why are they clean, warm, and dazzling?
They see dye, and wash it off,
they use the toothbrush to wash the dishes.
They are clean, and
we are dirty.
We have the power, but
they have the muscles.
We did it right.
The juicy taste of red apple is a source of happiness, right?
We take a bite, and feel good
so we eat them all, so we eat ourselves.
But it looks good, so it’s right,
It doesn’t taste good, but it’s right,
WE, feel good right?
Right.
Right, right, right.
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