folds over, keels over in a midday faint, too scorching for compassionate glances. . .
on display in a crowded menagerie of folks
who don't give a **** if it lives or dies?
who just want it to disappear
and refrain from disrupting
their precious status quo?
their delicate REM patterns?
their brilliant stream of thought
about what they'll **** for dinner?
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC
folds over, keels over in a midday faint, too scorching for compassionate glances. . .
on display in a crowded menagerie of folks
who don't give a **** if it lives or dies?
who just want it to disappear
and refrain from disrupting
their precious status quo?
their delicate REM patterns?
their brilliant stream of thought
about what they'll **** for dinner?
