It is a hot and horrid day today where i am (perth, 38 degrees celsius) and could think of nothing more time consuming and suiting than writing poetry str8 from the heart/brain interface
Aghast at this space i entered and thought..
what a waste, i sweat:
The taste is sickening
I need another facial
my desires are ONLY palatial
Since when did i not look in the mirror,
framed by fear, lights go dimmer
as i attempt to apply a mask, a lie
To lie. Disdain, descry, I am nought but
why?
No longer satisfied by a system of being relied
Upon; what about when things go wrong?
What about when i question why? and think of things,
like a song to write.
Instead of continue the struggle to be enamoured
by the fight
Go back to your pouffe
Strewth, RUTH!
you look shocking today. Redo...
Re-done....
To save from being a
Red One
*sighs*Should be rewired for fun
Aghast at this space i entered and thought..
what a waste, i sweat:
The taste is sickening
I need another facial
my desires are ONLY palatial
Since when did i not look in the mirror,
framed by fear, lights go dimmer
as i attempt to apply a mask, a lie
To lie. Disdain, descry, I am nought but
why?
No longer satisfied by a system of being relied
Upon; what about when things go wrong?
What about when i question why? and think of things,
like a song to write.
Instead of continue the struggle to be enamoured
by the fight
Go back to your pouffe
Strewth, RUTH!
you look shocking today. Redo...
Re-done....
To save from being a
Red One
*sighs*Should be rewired for fun
