This mirror speaks louder than the sum of millions
Those weakly whispers cant cut as the shards of our mirrors do
We are yelled that beauty is almost the absence of beauty
That it is the objective subjective thoughts of the world
And our stupid selfish minds eats up our disillusionment of this oxymoron
Your back-ass-word view of the world is tiresome
We are moronic monkeys eating our own shit not flinging it
No shit sticks like our own
So shut up about your pathetic cries of criticism
They are just proving you right
Such soulless endeavors, cry me a river
When you can swim through your own shit
THEN you are fucking alive
But right now you are as good as dead
October 23,2016
