​plastiCage

Warm is this cloud
Such a plastic fantasy
Can't escape
Not allowed
Not a peep from down below
It's seems the corner room is taken
You can curl up underneath
Free the burn
If not mistaken
Either way it plays for keeps
So what is your intention
And why do I have the creeps?

Come live the dream
Sorry sight on the horizon
Keep it short keep explaining
This eversion coming on
What rapes the face
Of a child in such distaste
Then puts it up for all to see
Slithering to get away

All is not lost
What isn't and will remain
Shake the pistol put it down
In a tyranny's parade
Fall shifted lost
From a state of ill decay
Feed the rot to put it off
For forever and a day
Throw it away
Never mind what's bright and clear
Wind it up to spit it out
Buy it up to share the fear
Throwing away
Left alone to hit rock bottom
Get a grip
Throw the chip

Twist the reason
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