hate you so much
I am enslaved
that gate stay shut
still openly craved
The tears that you've caused
The love that you gave
inflicting thought, shower your head
sweat on your sheets, leaving me dead
I'd die once again, if only you'd wish
******* or grow me, in your petri dish.

Contagion condition like it were tradition
Thus it was said, and so it were written
The dress code was formal
To dance the new normal
Keep a mask in the glovebox
Keep askin' love faux
Implore a two meter distance
No change we
Ignore the meter's insistance
Rearrange me
We sanitize our surfaces
Resurface to sanity
City slickers, one punch
Clean up the vanity
City sick, bad lunch
Team up; Insanity

City o' canvas built like a tent
Held together by strands
That can barely make rent
The poles hold is folky yet formal
These people sized holes, becoming too normal
I'd spin you a tale, but where to begin
A city of winners, **** stained in sin
Lord stretch thee almighty abundant in lands
Take it or make it, but never hold hands

Sometimes compromise looks like a bus full of snakes
It swallows and swallows never gives only takes
It sheds in skin, but never in soul
Eating once more
But never found full