eyeballs are staring at me
all day until the tomorrow
comes and breaks the windows to this
eternally shitty slumber
in the slums
sly smile shivers 'so sorry'
why do we seek to fulfill the plight
of the other good people
when the truly bad are confined
in the hearts of the brightest
b'light
stop being so negative about the world
but sometimes the voices misspoke
and the images are vivid
eyeing faces on the bottles of vodka
putting a halt to the dizzying party
and all the dumbstruck
flashing lights and humans
fleshing out the impunity
when we raise our water guns and aim
at one another, but sorrily
yet unapologetically murder the
worldly desires of one another
but this is all just a simulation
and they lambaste the culture
of loving one another
in exchange for sucking the eye-dicks
of those unsexy books
and those unappealingly stupid
dog politicians
the eyeballs were just a simulation
made with this senile program
and eye see these eyeballs every day
but seeing the humaner eyeballs
is not an everyday occurrence
in this brilliant month of
may
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