Gather or father
One in the same
In a semi circle
Words flutter above and beyond
Intricate delicacies
Red brick clad with blue
Pass and fly by what was known
Darkness seeps and glitters
Like flung from the sides of taxi cabs
Returning to the pollution
Black faced but only on the side
I pushed my ***** up high
Like I breathed fire and vengeance
But **** the personal use of I
For now.

Mid twenties
We say Mercuary in retrograde
Now it all makes sense
Government will tax our invisible fat
With all the corn syrup
They butter us up
Like stout
Starter up
Delicatessens

Cuz we are
We choose