Words, words, words
Packaged and distributed
To the masses,
Recycled cliché stories
Of lost youth and love,
Recycled morals to feed
Into the classes,

The mind becomes an animal,
A phrase-spitting monster,
Aiming for guts of steel,
Fragile hearts,
And alcoholic tendencies,

I’m painting metaphors
For your solitary demise,
I’m splashing paint
Across your solitary disguise,
Unveiling caged wings,
Only to become
Another joke in the crowd,
A well-paid clown in an office,
A romantic artist with eyes in the sky,

I have become another starving predator,
In an over-occupied jungle
Of laptops and caffeine.