What makes me so mad about it
is the being sad around it,

(thinks inside the bubblewrap)

it's like music where melodies go, there
but for memories and that would be fine.

Time being finite is not alright
and
we were conned from the start
there are
only so many beats allocated to
each heart,

am I banging a drum, beating the blood from my gums, are you listening out there, do you even care that the man in black only loaned you out and he's on his way to take you back?

There is no fair about it and that's what makes me so mad about it and sad around it.

this is like God playing bingo, four corners, a line
and your time is done
no fun in the fair here
this is a very queer place to be,
but for the memory
that would be fine.