Where the Bullsh1t Lies
Where the Bull **** Lies
Slipping through the cracks as every seam starts to unfold,
feel the weight of your hands full of emptiness freezing cold.
As the mind bends then falters starting to spin downward again,
the heart breaks it's reality, escaping to start over begin.
The Classical Irrational, spastical, the emotional wreck cannon ball,
becoming this thing, this ugly Being who rather not rise but fall.
Traumatized and uncivilized, needing to be happily despised,
watered down eyes she cries and cries living all the right lies.
Control the Bull, the uncontrollable, is life really that portable,
mimicking a stall, the full of crap hyperbole, how horrible,
... Just Horrible ...
bmdavey@
02/28/2016
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