A, F & T Poem by Adam Shove

We can’t start a fresh,
Unless we do something drastic and simple.
Let the stocks crash,
And everything fall.

We can’t start a fresh,
Unless we do something drastic and simple.
Let the stocks crash,
And everything fall.

Not hot or cold.
The vessel smashed,
We fell off
And landed in limbo.

The clocks all spin back,
Back and back they go.
Still the slaves they march,
Leaving those who fell behind.

Things I didn’t understand,
Those things that she gave.
2 tears that made me safe,
A combination to no lock.
They both synchronized and stopped,
Like cryogenic fears.
See 16 buttons pushed.
Read about it now,
A fear of moths is real.

The leaders say an error,
Is somewhere in the works.
Lets hope they don’t find it soon,
So we can have a new race.

Whisper words that begin with A, F and T.
A burnt down house
Is a good reason to move,
To a new zone
Again.

We can’t start a fresh,
Unless we do something drastic and simple.
Let the stocks crash,
And everything fall.

Not hot or cold.
The vessel smashed,
We fell off
And landed in limbo.

The clocks all spin back,
Back and back they go.
Still the slaves they march,
Leaving those who fell behind.

We can’t start a fresh,
Unless we do something drastic and simple.
Let the stocks crash,
And everything fall.

2 tears that made me safe,
A combination to no lock.
They both synchronized and stopped,
Like cryogenic fears.
See 16 buttons pushed,
On this old sewing machine.
I still use the old fashion way,
Spin them like they’re real.