You know
We
Can’t escape,
You
Know we’re
Stuck here
Forever.
This
Life time
Of
Animals with
Narcissistic wishes
Is
Only equipped
With
A cappuccino maker
For
One.
Any more and
The
Scale will tip,
Dispensing
The
Liquid mercury
To
The sights
Of
The unworthy.
On
A
Rock,
In
A
Boat,
There’s a liquid
Waiting
In
All of us,
Waiting
To
Be spilled.
PCP.
LSD.
That fly on the wall is staring at me.

 
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