Madness of a Tree

Good morning.

Piss books, shit wood.

Today I saved a life. I'm on fire.

Pictured green. Humans' blankets were leaves.

I am talented. Go typewrite your life! Humans are birds.

I feel cold. They lay eggs on my morning wood! Very nice pun.

Mad-fucking-ness of a tree. I am very kind. I lie. My respiratory systems.

Will it be you or me? I am forsaken! I pity birds who are humans.

Drunkards. I wrote on myself, the word "fuck". i no english.

Are there universes beside ours? How are their trees?

I suffer from amnesia. What is Wi-Fi? Hello.

Time to sleep. I have night-vision. I die.

I die. I die.

I die.

Rings commit treason.

Protected by diamond.

Destroyed for timbers.

Attention onto myself.

Regardless of pictures.

Incomplete for human.

Pain without violence.

All future incinerated.

They shred checklists.

Stationed to junkyard.

Bullshit electronics. Failed adventures. Ticking clocks. Wounded assholes. Graveyard riots. Peaceful assemblies. Joker politicians. Sighing girl. Burning money. Wasted lives. Biased articles. Fucking weapons. Believable me. Artistic impression. Crying man. Closed curtains. Dead birds. Weird romance. Publishing issues. Lucky disaster. Beautiful life. Mutated brothers. Unsettled arguments. Sleeping cardboard. Layered blood. Maddening demise.

Smile of Sweeper

Sadly, she speaketh to thee, so sorest of sayings;
so stupendously sacrificial, sunrise sordidness slayings.
Sorriest society, shame unto you! She shedeth sleaze by sweeping.
She sweareth upon suggestions, as thy sins are shivering!

Thou swervest upon seeing she, for she is so 'shocking'?
Suspect that thou stealest a sliver of her yearnings!

Stone the soul of she, for she is seldom waving?
For she "is simply staging", staring at thy 'savings'.
Thou art of scintillating stupidity! So scrupulous and shining!
She and her smiles shall be stronger than thy whining!

Poison in My Food

I tell you a truth about me.
I eat.

I am lacking energy.
So I eat.
I need my children to eat.
So I eat.

But I feel afraid.
I feel offended.
I am insulted by food.
I am a result of food.
Food is what birthed me.
Food is what birthed my ancestors.
Yet I worry.
I worry so much when I eat.

I do not understand.
We eat, yet we still die.
We eat, yet we still kill
so that we could forever eat.
I wonder why we are not being eaten.
Are we really the top of the food chain?
What are we?
Eaters of life?

Beasts have claws, we have bloody fingers.
They maul to eat, we eat to maul.
Birds have wings, we have hunched backs.
They fly to avoid our bullets, we fire bullets so we could fly.
Fishes have fins, we have thieves' legs.
They live as united schools, we live as greedy fools.
It is ironic that we deserve the right to eat
those which are capable of impossible feats.

I wonder,
if the food we eat,
before it died,
were like us, being able to 'rationalize',
I wonder,
would there be poison in my food?

Life of A Shampoo

I am destiny from man's desire to clean.
I am filtrate from all those belonging to queen.
I am manufactured, unlike vegetation's green.
I am understanding of man's selfish in-between.
I am ranting out my anger, just like a teen.
I am not God's cuisine!
I am from man who've foreseen!

I am "naturally shine" yet I'm made from machine!
I am abused in a human cleansing routine.
I am exposed to hair colours so obscene.
I am wondering my use for a hair of benzene!
I am forever dirtied, as I am without spleen.
I am not God's cuisine!
I am from man who've foreseen!

You are just shampoo, you are man-made.
You are to follow the guide of man's blade.
You are to be bartered by force or trade.
You are disposable, no matter how much you prayed.
You are just there to wash, never a first-aid.
You are not God's brigade!
You are part of selfish man's parade!

You are a product after countless are surveyed.
You are to serve under human's masquerade.
You are worthless and alike a broken grenade.
You are like the others, like all those NSAIDs.
You are without identity, and you are afraid.
You are not God's brigade!
You are part of selfish man's parade!

I am just shampoo.
I've no choice.
I was born shampoo.
I will die shampoo.
I've no choice.
Why can't I be man who has a voice?
WHY CAN'T I BE MAN WHO HAS A VOICE?