an xpression of contempt for some fat kids rich kids on the bus
By aiwaz
i saw them boarding their ships built by slaves in enslaved lands while they kiss champagne with their lips i followed their traffic stream head raised like a periscope submarine mind of arctic stealth ice blue tears of drowning hope on the surface on which their conversation steams i leave no wake sports weather political farce no light is lit but i let my torpedos surge to target their vessels of self adulation and well fed comfort to sink their certainty until lost and forgotten a moss eaten carcass of their fat pink bellys that digest the withered bones of all these crying fish sink now or sink later the luck of yr birth is not yrs to keep i will marvel at the beauty of yr ships going down scuttled on the floor of the ocean deepwhatever, half baked idea..but im stuck right now, so this will have to do until i get a good idea Written February 27th, 2002 © on Feb 27 2002 06:09 AM PST 0 • 1
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"i saw them boarding their ships..."