i've bin wilting in the wings of half life
some kind of tinsel of decay
making chattering bids for attendance but lack and fail
pimpling and then deflating
tiny chasms visit me
chittering little wheezy ******* of creativity spazzing
and then weary organisms spatter on the micro lens
gutted they were shoddily made they're to be examined
(after all that genetics..... what did go wrong ?)
a probing at discussion and decisions
tend now to a humiliating life
then a step up ; a weak and easy one
followed by ambition ! one to lift and give life
reactors in the gut with macerated heavings gunged our way
incisors and incisions rudder me
and together with my nouveau umbrella family
betrayed from our hammocks, hummocks and nooks
we queue on up for 'the things'
in accord with good society
self reprimanded in defeat ?
