Dead
Meph
I’m glad we can't visit.
Your streets paved with vomit, roaches and rats.
Sometimes burned bridges are best.
Not sure if I knew you well enough to argue,
we shared just enough to land.
People who act like they have lots to give, don’t.
The vultures and dogs ate the rest of you.
Crying in a flood, drinking sweat of rescue workers.
Watching made me ill, felt helpless.
A spurned lover seeks revenge,
sidelines accommodate only life’s losers.
It is Xmas everyday for gate crashers and giant killers.
Steps to heaven closed for remodel,
remade to look like a blonde with tits and no waist.
And I am glad we can’t visit.
