somethings not right
in all of our days
and most of our nights

somethings are never right
on sunny days
the fall of the light

we wake up **** and shower
and put on clothes of power
and live one more day of plight

its not quite right
we get ****** all day
and copulate by night

pretty lit walls
with passages lit bright
soaps to eat with
news that fright

its not quite right
falling in love.
temporary insanity
ends up in profanity

the silenced breath
seems just right.
far away from the cacophony
into the white light