Id exchange cars for lions
and the internet for some ******* peace
watch green vines scale the sides of building
creaking + bent as they weep
tall offices and business parks
necks  strangled by keyboards
monotone microphone mouths
smile and thrive
when the VP gazes down
drool of regulated progression
poured out the corner of vacant mouths
Id exchange planes for a range of multiplying rain clouds
pin them with needles to the ground
tear off their wings as they struggle
who is the sociopath now
line up all the preachers
line up all the officers
line up all the politicians
line up all the doctors
an oblong party in nightgowns
drop each one onto a stake
like we living in dracula’s house
talk about finances and collateral damage mortgages and cash cows
between the popping and screaming sounds
while they preach woozy gospel of wooden stakes through the mouth
my insurance agent stands in the center of the city
softly repeating,
If you were dead, she could be living
If you were dead, she could be living
If you were dead, she could be living
all it takes is a signature and a nominal fee
all I can think
WOULD SHE WANT TO LIVE HERE WITHOUT ME
yeah, probably
no one calls me as much as my insurance agent
depressing disgusting
add another liability to my life insurance policy
then go **** yourself you’re going to hell
where your broken eyes will inspire the beast