How do you tie your shoes
when you're tangled up in lies?
Methodologies, methodologies
programmed in your mind
seasonally debunked every single time
surrendering to --the instructional rhyme
Arguing with pick pocketers of the divine
Undermining the validity of the forces they unwind
By grasping meanings that you subjectively define
as a conscious that inherently is blind
Our love was purely chemical
A dependency undefined
by a chemist
who added
Additives
to an addict
and watched them define
carving carefully in caverns
laboratories by design
with nothing but
mediocracy
false democracy
unraveled by
nothin' but time.
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.
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