some questions are the answers
and we spend our lives only
awaking to sleep;
making money that rolls off
our tongues
and goes into the pockets
of eager eyed demons.
so drag your cigarette a little deeper,
feel the burn
of swallowed words
and whiskey on ice,
that slither around
the corners of your brain,
like wildfire.
take it easy,
you are wasting your days
pressing buttons
that only activate the shadows
of technological demise.
these moments spent
in the sitting position
haults evolution,
creates children
dependent
on fast cars
and shiny lights
to spark conversation.
hidden behind the screens
of medias *******
called full of **** pie
eat a slice
and let your eyes do the talking.
what are words anyhow
but lonely paintings on the wall