Burn It Down.

 "What A Shame, we all became

Such fragile broken things.

A memory remains, just a tiny spark.

I give it all my oxygen.

So, let the flames begin.."

 

Old buddy, the carousel is burning.

I couldn't tell you how it even got there.

It's funny how the world is turning.

It's sad how it's even worse every morning.

I smell smoke.

 

Kid, you can't breathe clean air no more.

We'd let you Come up here, and you can live the life of clean.

But we get our kicks

Off making you live in between.

I smell smoke.

 

During the depression,

Grandma kissed Grandpa,

But he couldn't feel it,

He was already dead.

During the depression, he was in Europe.

He was blind, and he didn't have a chance.

Does anyone else smell smoke?

 

Sir, I can't let you in.

Imagine what people think of our services,

Seeing you.

Always expect the worse.

I smell smoke.

 

Does the world need to just give up?

That goes without saying.

Does it ever cross your mind that we're just delaying

What's really coming to us?

Well, I smell the smoke.

Reviews

[Domo]

puzzling, yet I get a small kick out of it all. This isn't the average poem I will say, but it is a new look on the subject. ☺
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