Weather is squeezing 365
Matters of squealing deep inside
The future is precarious…
as usual, we’re precocious
Simon says God is dead,
but the sign says, “God ahead”
Screens got us facing down more,
It seems we're prostrating
to the “ground floor”…
Nah.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
Weather is squeezing 365
Matters of squealing deep inside
The future is precarious…
as usual, we’re precocious
Simon says God is dead,
but the sign says, “God ahead”
Screens got us facing down more,
It seems we're prostrating
to the “ground floor”…
Nah.
Maverick©
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