squashed, washed out, and vapid deterioration
what is the point anyway?
why try?
the hills have rain tonight
piano keys and notes falling in waves
like water stars smiling down at me
the sky is dark and muddy
dark stained wood with plants on top
cats, a fucked up dog
the home is happy and peaceful
awash in music
solid mountain rock
old age, disease , death, and suffering
and it is the same
the moon shines on the water
the baby stares at it
the old lady wonders
if anything matters
photos show the changes we can't see
no good at all
look away or don't even look
the screen has a prisoner
you too, huh?
(can't believe what I know
what I saw on the damned news
goddamned psycho world)
and tells us the abominable
broken thoughts
no words
hide it from the kids
no one should know all this stuff
what good is it
no good at all
food in the fridge
no one to be, not competing with any of you
you win, ok?
my little stash is the smallest
and I really don't care
old age, disease and death
this moment
and then comes your turn
so do it with dignity and love
why not?
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