If you were anything other
Than what I thought you were,
You’d be everything ugly.
Because I looked to you
As if you woke up the sun each morning,
But you only ever blotted it out.
You took some frizzled brush
With its bristles cut ragged
And pointing in all directions
And you painted the sky
Some slimy, green-black shadow
Which reminded me of pond ****
Or worse yet
It reminded me of the filtration
In my fish tank I never got around to cleaning,
Oozing yellow pus
And clearing any room with its stench,
It was so much like you.
For just like a soaking,
Disgustingly rotten fish tank filter,
You maintained the image of beauty,
You plucked the sickness
And flakes of half eaten food
From the sea of this world
And built it all up inside of you.
So now people gaze
With some sort of admiration in their eyes
At a tank housing a vibrancy
Of life and plants and healthy things
That only exist to brighten the day,
But little do they know
That if you undo this,
And unscrew that,
You’ll pop right open,
Your filthy inner workings exposed,
And taint all the good things around you,
You’ll leak out into the crystal clarity,
Make it hazy and cloudy and
You’ll blind all the fish,
You’ll **** all the fish
If we don’t keep you closed.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC
If you were anything other
Than what I thought you were,
You’d be everything ugly.
Because I looked to you
As if you woke up the sun each morning,
But you only ever blotted it out.
You took some frizzled brush
With its bristles cut ragged
And pointing in all directions
And you painted the sky
Some slimy, green-black shadow
Which reminded me of pond ****
Or worse yet
It reminded me of the filtration
In my fish tank I never got around to cleaning,
Oozing yellow pus
And clearing any room with its stench,
It was so much like you.
For just like a soaking,
Disgustingly rotten fish tank filter,
You maintained the image of beauty,
You plucked the sickness
And flakes of half eaten food
From the sea of this world
And built it all up inside of you.
So now people gaze
With some sort of admiration in their eyes
At a tank housing a vibrancy
Of life and plants and healthy things
That only exist to brighten the day,
But little do they know
That if you undo this,
And unscrew that,
You’ll pop right open,
Your filthy inner workings exposed,
And taint all the good things around you,
You’ll leak out into the crystal clarity,
Make it hazy and cloudy and
You’ll blind all the fish,
You’ll **** all the fish
If we don’t keep you closed.
