04-09-2018, 05:07 PM
Facing the boss
Your silver plated brush,
once blonde now white,
pulled clean each morning
by a stranger.
Slumped on comfortable chairs,
worn away sea shells, tumbled paper thin,
accepting the ocean’s daily routine.
Random words, expressions of the grotesque
all solving fragments behind rapid eyes.
Collectively unlocking
the hidden parts of the game.
Your silver plated brush,
once blonde now white,
pulled clean each morning
by a stranger.
Slumped on comfortable chairs,
worn away sea shells, tumbled paper thin,
accepting the ocean’s daily routine.
Random words, expressions of the grotesque
all solving fragments behind rapid eyes.
Collectively unlocking
the hidden parts of the game.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out