10-26-2016, 12:42 AM
EDIT #1
We can see you,
in your 40 hour sweat;
You lick the salt as if it were gold dust,
and choke on the water that’s left
It is said: two days make up for five.
With dawn, early birds rise,
catch the rubber worm, regurgitate,
and perpetuate it into their child.
It isn't easy,
jumping into the grinder feet first.
Pretending , the crunching
is from the pretzels you call lunch.
When your body’s all, bone-fragment- flecked -pink –meat,
gather yourself, go home.
Press your remnants into the human shaped mold on the couch,
and wonder why we will not choose to live the same.
Parents
We can see you,
in your 40 hour sweat;
licking up the salt as if it were gold dust,
choking on the water that is left.
Myth: two days make up for 5.
Dawn exists so early birds can rise,
catch the rubber worm, regurgitate,
and perpetuate it into their child.
It’s not supposed to be easy,
jumping into the grinder feet first.
Pretending , the crunching
is from the pretzels you call lunch.
When your body’s all, bone-fragment- flecked -pink –meat,
gather yourself, go home.
Press your remnants into the human shaped mold on the couch.
And wonder why we won't do the same.
Thanks you for your time!
We can see you,
in your 40 hour sweat;
You lick the salt as if it were gold dust,
and choke on the water that’s left
It is said: two days make up for five.
With dawn, early birds rise,
catch the rubber worm, regurgitate,
and perpetuate it into their child.
It isn't easy,
jumping into the grinder feet first.
Pretending , the crunching
is from the pretzels you call lunch.
When your body’s all, bone-fragment- flecked -pink –meat,
gather yourself, go home.
Press your remnants into the human shaped mold on the couch,
and wonder why we will not choose to live the same.
Parents
We can see you,
in your 40 hour sweat;
licking up the salt as if it were gold dust,
choking on the water that is left.
Myth: two days make up for 5.
Dawn exists so early birds can rise,
catch the rubber worm, regurgitate,
and perpetuate it into their child.
It’s not supposed to be easy,
jumping into the grinder feet first.
Pretending , the crunching
is from the pretzels you call lunch.
When your body’s all, bone-fragment- flecked -pink –meat,
gather yourself, go home.
Press your remnants into the human shaped mold on the couch.
And wonder why we won't do the same.
Thanks you for your time!

