Rolling like a billion bastard bards right down the line.
Tequila shivers. This Human-kind of…quivers.
Mashing my potatoes hard on the shady boulevard.
Ambitions dashed, live-leaking out of leather couches cast.
Dumbfounded like a doe in the Molly-wood deadlights.
Spending no time in this life to get my head right.
Shouldering worlds of worry on trembling shoulders.
Stagger Lee fills me with Led, then shrugs.
Queue the Mid-game marching band sound, dancing clowns drowning out screams of proles.
Heart yearns for uncontrolled Rome burns feeding cockroach dinner bowls.
Marley’s only solution is the dilution of this greying pollution.
The button push, football douche sugar-dom flurries.
Heart says yes, but brains and battle brawn in no worldly hurry.
The forlorn, worn warrior cashes out Strasbourg credit in the eye of the storm.
Pair of dice.
Gambling on global Grounation.
Dancing on Hawaiian glass.
Something to save?
Anything selfless, kind, and pure.
Where we were you when I walked in?
Where were we when I walked in?
Why did I walk in?
After the storm, maybe all that they’ll find will be the chalk outlines of love.
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