There is no satisfaction in beige
it is the discord that stands at the street corner
screaming look at me while flashing
cardboard cut outs labelled "fame".
Bleach roots, bleach teeth, bleach bones
bleach those humble human tones
until the white, white airbrushed painted fades...
3 comments:
Thank you nothing profound
for today's inspiration!
What an beautiful poem, I loved it!
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"Bleach roots, bleach teeth, bleach bones" - I really love this line.
Nice social commentary, goes right to the nature of Man.
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