09-04-2013, 08:40 AM
It's like standing on a tiptoe stretching,
arm out pulling from shoulder,
five fingers grasping,
awkward tension straining visage,
just barely maintaining semblance of reason or purpose,
phantom image of warmth inherently residing beyond.
It's a cruel contraption of grand design,
flailing like baby seals, brains bashed on rocks,
cocked-eyebrows and masks of aromatically-scented arrogance,
revolting likeness--gulping--stomach turned,
tired of the world.
arm out pulling from shoulder,
five fingers grasping,
awkward tension straining visage,
just barely maintaining semblance of reason or purpose,
phantom image of warmth inherently residing beyond.
It's a cruel contraption of grand design,
flailing like baby seals, brains bashed on rocks,
cocked-eyebrows and masks of aromatically-scented arrogance,
revolting likeness--gulping--stomach turned,
tired of the world.