Eighty

Hallow wheels grace my solitude
with half a statement cross like
"Hi, how are you?"
A phrase so loft my tongue scours savior
to praise thy tire, fucking go figure…
The adamant attitude thrives in copulation
This sentry shouldn't be; caste an enmity
Energy’s an enemy to solid infrastructure
Easiest 80 bucks I ever did see

Refine the crematoria, my absence is galore
Overnight shift may shield me or kill me
Boredom overdose, silver tongue a paper weight
Mannequin majesty maliciously martyrs me
A graveyard with no tombstones is just a garden
but this turf has been toppled with mankind
I guess if I have to choose
I’d rather below than above mind’s eye

Spare an earthworm a higher plain
One less life to agonize with lethargy pains
altitude capitalizes our capitalism
but now carry on sunlight into dead mist
At the very least I’m 80 bucks richer than an earthworm
Before taxes…