The SolutionA Poem by mattavelliA little rotten meat won't kill you. Just suck between your teeth and swallow it down. The water in your tap carries the gifts of industry, solute! The sheen of a lake mirrors mercury. Now we've got a picnic. Our table's recycled plastic. I wonder how that works, while I enjoy the fetid breeze. We need more fire! We need to dig and find the mother of gold and chain her for daily raping. We need to mix the goos of life and science to be the gods we dream of. All of baby's toys are made of poison. Don't check the label. Smell it. Smell the air. Mother's milk's a cocktail, solute! Only the metals are pure now and they are melting. They are melting in the fire of plastic god dreams. And they are melting into us. And we are set; silvery statues lining the path of reason as it gently curves around Through the express tunnel up its a*s. Smell the air of tomorrow. Enjoy paradise. © 2015 mattavelliReviews
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Added on July 29, 2015Last Updated on July 31, 2015 AuthormattavelliFLAboutLIFE IS A PARTY. DON'T BE A PINATA. ------------------- Hello, Thanks for visiting my page. I'm Matt. I enjoy reading and writing poetry. If you have a poem that you'd like me to read, please let.. more..Writing
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