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Explicit scenery, but the lyrics are tender.Rolling skies, hills blue as your eyes and as far as
the
clouds
can
see.
But can't you?
A bee, I mean.
It stings, but it's bark is much worse--
--harsh on ears, leaves its' mark with you.
Like audible vampires drawing your blood
they
suck
you
dry. Like me.
Eggshell carton hollow.
The yolks abandoned the white
and likes its' new freedom.
Lib-
-er-
ated from the scramble.
Like the brains.
The brains like to be free
but end up contained
and sold: dime for a dozen
just make sure none are broken
when you pick up your carton.
It happens you know.
Overlords of tyrranical proportions
breaks the spirits of the eggs.
Brains. Whatever.
Little defenseless collectables
kick themselves
with glue on feet.
Guilt.
Laden.
Must apologize. Be better.
Make the A grade carton--
they want to be sold.
Too cold on the shelves.
324 perfects'll get there, it's okay.
It's good to have some greats.
80somethin.
How long it takes me to expire.
Must be off shelf before then.
Then I'm rotten.
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Comments: 1
krad. the egg conceit throughout the poem really works well to illustrate feelings and such.
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