Foreign art plastered, Partizan attitude mastered, World politics blunt, Our pastor burnt, Along with his frontage. Decorum not fantastic, Sheets plastic, drapes plastic. Their hearts taken, affront, Given pacemaker suns, Along with fromage, Some 21st century love.
Taste manufactured, Inner eye manic, Skills casual, Desires casual, If employers pass on you, The endless job, application. And the world turns without.
Three graves enacted, Women ponder, Men ponder, Minds wanderlust, Solution never founded, Riddles forever onward.
All of our dreams, All of the seen, Streets of gold, Earth paved silent. Fervor of the dying, Nobody truly leaving, Merely living their lives. No victims of violence, No solace from desire. Further pushed from an entirety, Exquisiteness of machined life. Pursuant of milled tile, Years of desire, without fight, The boxer stands ready, Hands firmly at his side, Resolve still unbroken, Acceptance in his mind.