Opening to the world,
the window in my room...
Autumn, nineteen forty-three,
my eyes have seen death...
Living in a delusional world
Protest to live in reality...
Sinful lips
Bedroom eyes...
I watch you from a distance
sipping reddish juice...
We made a god that teaches only want.
It opened its mouth; wasps buzzed forth...
Shoot.
The sky is purple. Tints of reds and blues...
Madam Speaker, please lend an ear
“I’m just a common Brexiteer...
A piece of orange hair stitched into his scalp
he must have forgotten to wear them goggles...
..break me down with the slightest touch,
and leave me leant upon a crutch...
I am finally taking a stand
defending my side of the story...
That's the appealing thing about speech
It's a billboard of open space...