Feb 19
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Dressed for purgatory
But early to the party
So many bodies in the house next door
A living dance upon dead minds
A grocery store sunset
Thru the windshield of an SUV
Gets you distorted colors in
Gasoline rainbows
From those precise lines
Of the turning lane
Love ends at a traffic light
We do this to ourselves
All in the pursuit of happiness
Church of questionable things
Descending like vultures
Where idols once stood
For individual suffering
A pageantry of jackals
Quiet like sirens
Picking at parts of bad contestants
Playing a game called 'poisoned trees'
Fallen soldiers in strange negotiations
With meantime brides
Riding on the train of irresponsibility
For no apparent reason
We do this to ourselves
All in the pursuit of happiness
~
Dressed for purgatory
But early to the party
So many bodies in the house next door
A living dance upon dead minds
A grocery store sunset
Thru the windshield of an SUV
Gets you distorted colors in
Gasoline rainbows
From those precise lines
Of the turning lane
Love ends at a traffic light
We do this to ourselves
All in the pursuit of happiness
Church of questionable things
Descending like vultures
Where idols once stood
For individual suffering
A pageantry of jackals
Quiet like sirens
Picking at parts of bad contestants
Playing a game called 'poisoned trees'
Fallen soldiers in strange negotiations
With meantime brides
Riding on the train of irresponsibility
For no apparent reason
We do this to ourselves
All in the pursuit of happiness
~
(54/M/The Exclusion Zone)
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