Their Making Fun of Us!

VIII

.6:07am

Let the end justify the mean

VII

Pivotal cyst turning malignant.

Overriding philosophy of depleted sleep

50% of memory awake,

0.05% in deep sleep,

Remainder in reprising.

VII

“Adele?”, he said.

The saxophone playing stopped.

“Never mind I’ll find someone like you”

“Never mind I’ll find someone like you”

Went down the drain of the shot glass.

V

Gin.

Sweet, clear tonic of heavy shipment.

Grotesque beauty in its own spectrum,

Traitor.

IV

Half masted windows of the soul

Feelings unrepressed in a soundscape

Nicotine and downers,

The celestial irony.

III

Circles intersect in their corners

Into one greatness,

Strewn in the bigotry of clashes,

Contemplated.

II

Exchanging gifts,

Presented in real wrapper,

Now everyone’s a winner.

Penniless.

Chorus:

“I’ve got the moves like that girl!”

“I’ve got the moves like that girl!”

To the tune of Reggaj Ekil Sevom

I

Waiting for a savior with “Dapitan” imprint

Bedazzled with colorful led lights

Tempting as a mulberry pie

And that’s where the saints go parading.

Could it be so surreal?