????

happiness is the scene

most of us live for in this dream.

Ugliness is the reality that happy

is a worthless shrine to idiocy thats sappy,

And beggin the question with world leaders

is an understood evil utilized by cheaters.





pain ridden eyes,

tear streaked thighs,

pulsing for a

goodbye

are the life

of

strife,

but

what?

You expect me

to hide,

to not ride,

to side

with a

unglorious,

uneventful,

non- engagement?

I still dont what your word-

safe-

meant.

Bent,

am i?

Slothenly draped

with morsels,

pics of

crepes and

drapes

hide

ubiquitous

snakes

who want

your skin,

your breath,

Its their life

through your

death.

But fear not

and kneel high

to chance and the

sky,

for they alone

cry

dry

tears,

and they leave

scars,

delicious scars,

that leave no memory

of origin,

but DO leave

the residue

of self-

assurance.