Dig through the skin, in a meat suit called "Me" And all you will find, are the remnants
of a machine
some somnambulant program, collating milquetoast
Digesting rust like a Betamax
ghost
Deep frozen as hot coals simmer Blue willow dining ware
This clay will grumble with the universe unaware
Now brush off the subtitles of intrinsic irregularities
for my skeletons your opera, with
disarming alacrity
then bleach my impotent posture
(to kerb per verbatim)
That you can Patent Post-mortem
with English decorum
And sell for whole sale, with a broken Synopsis
Cleaving of my sharp edges for public Diocese
I was mould to conform, to a mode
all my own but that never stopped the tourist
from gorging on my core And leave my withered bones to claw
at being groomed for extinction
In this era of sugarplums and tinsel exhibition
This Modern life's a struggle of
nuclear narcissism
And I can't even shelter in my own pessimism
So I'm becoming a meltdown exhibition
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