everything

depopulationINC

I've got an eight foot trailer, no not double wide
with a four foot ceil so I have to crawl
laying on my belly, cuz I have no couch
and a feeling of despair that I could live without

it's a distant memory, thought was dead and gone
burning with a flame, that blurs all right from wrong

there's a smoke stack burning, because it fails to vent
it's a chimney with a fury I wish I knew how to prevent
and in my miniature fridge a bag of apples just about to spoil
with a vinaigrette all about to ferment
the stench grows stronger, there's no shadow of doubt
the plasma is a tombstone if I again fail to get out

it's a distant memory, thought was dead and gone
burning with a flame, that blurs all right from wrong

there's a bedroom in the distance, a place of lust
but I can't see shit through the thick exhaust
the over amped speakers make my veins all boil
and a lava lamp in the corner makes ligaments recoil
for there's a four foot ceiling and no room to unfold

vogonpoetbythelake

Intense, thank you