Thursday, October 18, 2007

Hustle, Bustle
Laminated with a sea
of Pompus, pretentious
Hulabaloo

To consumed with oneself
to consume anyone else
To consumed with the future
To appreciate the present

Just want to drive to sleep
Just want to strive to sleep
Just live to try to sleep

Power struggle
Spending fruggle
Sleeping generously
Sweeping vigorously

To enraged with the core
to scratch the surface

Dead skin cells
flake away
Parasites invade away

Breaking ground
introduced into the
blood stream

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