Blatant ignorance is blissfully putrid
Like a decaying rodent inside a wall with maggots spewing out of a crack perfectly placed directly next to the cash register at Godfathers Pizza lol
Excessively happy spraying an aerosol can of bug spray into a tiny place where you’ve wanted to live for far too long
While shoving change back into smiling customers hands
Showing up thirty minutes early to your shift to roll a blunt, but only to call in 25 minutes later and explain why you’re going to be a little bit late
My life has been toxic since the day I smelled my death at the age of 15
I'm sure that's where I came to terms with my mortality
More like the stage of awkward boners and f*cking teen spirit
There are so many people pleading cases.
I am sure these facts speak for themselves
When I say there are very few places
Where man hasn't built bridges with strong
Braces
For man is one of the greediest races.
There are pilots who are known as aces.
They know where there are secret spaces
Where you will see only animal faces.
Huge cats that can walk with out leaving
Any traces.
Colorful birds in all stages
Who try to escape man's cages.
There are also lists of insects and spiders
That man wants to put in to book pages.
I believe through artists who have special
Brush stroke graces
They can show us the beauty of our rain
Forest on canvas or vases.
Our children would have the benefit of
Seeing the beauty of the lands
That would of been destroyed by the hands
Of only man....
Who felt everything from rain to what ever
Should be put in an aerosol can.
Cold snow melts down
my hot throat
We’re smelling fresh pine
not from some aerosol can
but of roots from the earth
as he slices away years of
maturity, landing on top of our car–
Oh Christmas tree
I can taste the wood floating
in the air; crunchy splinters
on my tongue
Holly, berries with red bows
adorn the front door
December outfit, winter decor
The lights
a bright trail in our indoor forest
leading little hands to the gifts below
Objects fly in circles
I juggle them fast
a holiday jester–
turkey
stuffing
tape
scissors
ornaments
paper.
Batteries for toys
kids screaming for joy
relatives who annoy
this season’s a ploy
that’s sent me into poverty...