No e-cigarettes on the bus,
not that I vape.
Public transit sees you over the river Styx bridge,
it begins at the funeral home,
skeletons pushing bone to metal.
Her earring shines with pearls,
she treasures the sea,
the tide went out leaving her breathless and alone.
The chicken crossed the road with KFC in a castle,
history an ipod doomed to the repeat then shuffle,
finger lickin chicken wight,
getting chickin lickin finger Sprite.
Her onyx headband gleams with sunlit beams,
keeping bad thoughts out with the tide.
sparkle if you are beautiful,
blond hair black hair bald,
demographics paint the sky with artificial feelings.
The Celtic Tiger got poached in a skeleton zoo,
chalk hands clap to applause,
tiger pupils glazed like ripe moon berries,
they told us not to feed the animals.
Candy wrapper in the wind like material smoke.