Mad with Habit

My words read filth and my breath reeks years of poison

I carry this mass of infection slowly and blindly through the grey-scale of modern streets

Porcelain faces squint and shatter before me

And I, yes horrendous I unleash a booming laugh coated smoke and saliva right into their habit ridden faces

They squirm and twist in their flesh and Prada, 

They quake and grind with their godlike teeth 

They look at me and see an error

A dinner table discussion

Something to share in the immense mundanity, of their predetermined, mechanical lives

Reviews

[B]

So i am guessing you like in Barbie world lol
I know the feeling
And you just want to burp out loud just to break their sense of made up perfection
When all beauty lies in the complete disproportion of it all

Ok so i have officially raided your poems lol

Gotta chill
But you are quite cool