We Can Still Be Everywhere At Once
the mighty bees came out of the walls with weird attitude
they entered the infant which ended up well-baked.
all the bubblegum streets suddenly turned ice-cold
but meanwhile everyone sleeps and blood’s being sucked.
it’s been proven that the father is younger than the son
and that he threw him out of home before he was born.
the magnitude of the giant mantis invasion was outstanding
the torches, the flags and pink gas masks were no joke.
a never ending nightmare runs through the kitchen
through every chimney and sandbox in the neighbourhood.
the water clock on the east wall kept spinning around
we extinguished it with our sad moaning flame thrower.
every kind of vice needs a different kind of spice
as we heard it from a one-armed man with seven heads.
showing some manners in front of the oncoming train
there’s no mercy nor dignity in drooling western faces.
the future year has already ended before it could start
and there’s absolutely everything we could do about it.
there were families and clans that were safely averted
by sisters killing the mothers that killed their daughters.
and we’re still standing in every bathroom in every house
on top of each mountain and at the border of every world.
it seems like it goes on and on and on and on and on
and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
ad non nad on no dan do ann na nod da onn .....
Copyright © William Greco | Year Posted 2018
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