Sizzle, Sizzle,
hear the sound...
of the Rain instantly evaporating,
on the hot, black, asphalt ground.

The sweet smell of it
fills up your nose,
as the heavy clouds continue to drip,
until that May Flower grows.

Mini Pizzas, full of happiness and joy
Seem to make me more delighted than a brand new Christmas toy
I cut them into quarters and eat them one by one
And I'll eat them 'til the end of time, or 'til I've ate a ton

Green plastic shields suburbia’s
Golden bubble from tragedy’s barbed wire.
Tinted glass domes painted with fingers.
Two-way mirrors two ways and neither.
Brown grass hills, our walls, blindness is
Our black bleep bar in front of conflicts.
We chain link-fences, omit facts, draw the blinds.
Refuse to recognize:
Conformity is a cockroach.

It's been broken and repaired so much
My heart is mostly glue,
But it still beats and it still loves,
I think it's stuck on you.