Drama, trauma, toxic delirious As though moving a checker to another square My life perception is in despair A great book read twice Aristocats in Paradise A façade to escape my life.
From the high desert looking down to the city People in the material world I pity. Looking from above it’s like an animal farm. Sometimes I imagine strolling on down displaying my charm. Aristocats, sipping fine wine, but I will not talk to them. I will not cast my pearls into the swine. Oh yea **** your fine wine.
