07-22-2023, 06:48 AM
The Combat Inside the Beast
Whatever your joking acid jokes about doesn't matter,
because you're buried electronics and old tech.
Your middle's a frown,
Your hair is a clown,
and your hate of the world is a wreck.
You're the secret and never stopping clock
of an infinite fly that never tells time
but has time to tell you what's what.
You're a grain of sand making hay—
you're the shine on a chocolate, today.
You're a smiley face
in utter disgrace.
You're sexy and fading away.
Whatever your joking acid jokes about doesn't matter,
because you're buried electronics and old tech.
Your middle's a frown,
Your hair is a clown,
and your hate of the world is a wreck.
You're the secret and never stopping clock
of an infinite fly that never tells time
but has time to tell you what's what.
You're a grain of sand making hay—
you're the shine on a chocolate, today.
You're a smiley face
in utter disgrace.
You're sexy and fading away.