Three months looking out windows
With a birds eye view of a brick wall
Had me clawing at my skin.
Life like love doesn’t come easily
Ask the barefooted woman on Passons Blvd.
When the winds shift left
The broken piece themselves together
Once over again
As the together fall apart.
Salt sometimes burns the peppered skin.
The ill grow strong
As the strong become anorexics
After the sight of Cupid’s stupid grin.
How long has it been since I’ve eaten?
It’s one of the few ways to relate.
Lounging in a bar with beer in hand
Food at the table and the potential catch
That’s never reeled in.
Reading has become overrated.
The bald now eat raisins before their time.
The floors are no longer swept
As the money is kept.
Presidents are named after landscape
And body accessories.
Sheep are cloned for lonely farmers
While the vagrants still chug Cobras.
The nuns are left tethered by their lingerie
As the catholic school kids
Beat the truth out of the priests.
