Encouraged by floral aromas
Ashen eyes accelerate through the heart of town.
Deceiving itself that it just can’t sleep,
Eyes of tin stare into the void.
Stabbing on eyeliner
Freshly swallowed in tear drops
Enjoy today’s programme
Squint your eyes so that you don’t see the trick.
Scanned the headlines of the day
Every one mentioning how it’s all the devil’s work.
Blasting through with a stake in the matter,
A split-second punchline.
Incoherent speakers.
Any points of contradiction?
Who’ll clean up the ashes
After combusting along emotional lines?
Just a classic play burdened down with actors, ain’t it?
I tipped over the first edition to find
The rat was dead.
The timeline’s coming along well.
This volume of information is out of this world.
A restoration summons for an epidemic.
Hands became soiled from exploiting melancholy.
And thus we made it rain.
Gulped the lies down along with our junk food.
Let’s see, “Has God died?”
Those voices of worry, too, have cessated.
Straggling rugger freaks
A good-for-nothing disaster-loving maniac
An upper hook leading to breathing complications
A leaky pipeline.
A perfect operation:
All general roads lead to the ghetto.
Is the wheel steering left or right, could you
Enter that into your consideration, Super Driver?
Innit the general opinion, squatting down in relief?
After ignoring the stop light for one moment
The rat had gone and died.
Incoherent speakers.
Any points of contradiction?
Who’ll clean up the ashes
After they combusted along emotional tracks?
Just the same-old play again and again, ain’t it?
Once it decided to stop thinking for itself
The rat went off and died.
Response to fluctuation…
One mustn’t shatter their dreams, so
I declared it was your doing instead.
Incoherent speakers.
Any points of contradiction?
Who’ll clean up the ashes
After combusting along emotional lines?
Just a classic play burdened down with actors, ain’t it?
I tipped over the first edition to find that
The rat was dead.
Aimless freedom?
A prudent inconvenience?
The fact that “good taste means
Not hyping matters up”?
All the important bits
Are tucked back there in the petals.
The democrat who abandoned the ability to doubt
Went and bit the dust.
The sky broke out in goosebumps.
