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It's where we grew up
Behind the liquor store and the auto shop
Oil and gasoline and urine
Nothing grew from the soil
Hadn't ever
Fire and water chimney red
Exhaust and exhausted and exhaustion
Television always on
Bedroom window a door
If ever I wanted to leave
Literature
Entropy
Don't ask me why I'm depressed.
I am a persuasive depresso.
If I tell you, will you see things my way?
Wouldn't that just spread my depression?If I told you that my depression concerned the end of all things.
Would you believe me?
The title of my dejection is Entropy .
Entropy , the eventual destroyer of all aggregations. Entropy states that all energy will eventually be expended.
And against this future fulmination I have no safeguard.
No duffel for my marbles. Entropy is a pretty word.Don't fret the small things in life.
The laws of physics kills you worthier.
Literature
SuperFicial MaterialIsm
Superficial places
with eXpressionless faces
Positioned in the windows
that is where materialism growsWith needs and desires
that feeds the greed's fires
Spreading the financial Flames
taking away the individual's claimesLetting that stolen Dollar
be Plucked like a new flower
Trading the lowly petals
like that of Precious metalsWear them for accessory's pleasures
taken from an ancient buried treasures
For the cost of that eXtermination
were historical relics of fallen Nations.
Literature
Paper aeroplane
I'm just a paper aeroplane 737 degrees
Heading straight for eventually
A mountainside tripping surreal
Motes of dust impassable asteroid fields
One gust of wind is the biggest deal
Folded by experience
Forged by insignificance
There's a code red flashing in my head
Alarms wailing we're about to meet our end
I can't pull up pull up pull up
Without your encompassing arms to trust
Steadying our shoulder to shoulder
To the wheel that never stops turning
On the outside I'm burning up
Fever engulfing my heart on fire
An oil field funeral pyre
It's right down to the wire
You can call my anxiety a liar
But I'm convinced by the second hand love salesman
My last ditch hope after every other lover was a failure
Head over heels like a damn fool
Like I'm about to damn you
Just kiss me as it all burns up
Breathe life into lips blue so I don't feel the hurt start
Right before it kicks off
Let the seatbelt slip off
Keep your eyes on me as our paper wings rip off
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