Posh Plotters - Poem by Ximmi Moon
Hello again we are Godzilla, you are Japan
And five is a four letter word for sure
Still laughing at the fake sound of progress
To hell we ride on the last train home
Awkward directions a thousand apologies
The handsome swing of life told me to leave
A million miles away last summer
Can't stop, gotta date with Hate
4 AM forever in a town called hypocrisy.
Don't I know I can't catch tomorrow?
It's not the end of the world but I can see it from here
Next stop Atro City streets of nowhere
Everybody's screaming a better nothing
For he's a jolly good felon.
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