Youth in hysterical madness rolling around on dirty floors,
Knowing not and understanding very little.
Demonized and walking the streets in search of Babylon,
Smoking some translucent sensations to illuminate such direction.
On street corners, the eyeless wonders squawk and hiss
At materialized rebellion as it lingers.
The sorrows of childish bliss drip upon the tight hold of fire and ice.
Capital and all its glory hiding beneath facades of illusionary hope.
The winged beast’s warm embrace lulls the mind to pure nakedness.
Jesters rule the court and watch as the ants scatter in disarray.
In a glass case for a few to see, the animals live like they are free
Not knowing that they are captive and somebody else’s entertainment to see.
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