Wednesday, February 11, 2009





Impoverished and unwelcome,

The universal lamp is partly lit,

Providing light to the better half of earth,

Where semi-precious buildings made of oak submit to the skies,

And birds made of plastic fade from the sun,

While fish fall upwards with weak willed wings,

Like balloons let loose to roam the ocean,

Only here, the world’s constructed of rubber bands,

Binding flat faced beauties behind panes of glass,

So they find time to read their own obituaries,

While pre-teen girls cherish lawyers like holy relics,

And come to find love in laws and government,

Where men wage war over a cup of tea,

Leaving seas of fabric to hang like cloisters,

Giving in to habitual tendencies,

And shit faced with lust.



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