You believe in control
Like you believe God
Put Man here to make things
Better.
And that's cute.
You are a limit left wanting
For letdown;
A bandaid in desperate hold-fast
To a punctured hull, with fever
Dreams of Flotsom and Jetsom.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
You believe in control
Like you believe God
Put Man here to make things
Better.
And that's cute.
You are a limit left wanting
For letdown;
A bandaid in desperate hold-fast
To a punctured hull, with fever
Dreams of Flotsom and Jetsom.
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