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Construction Disconstruction pt IV: Wrecking Ball
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Extended Poetry The onion trickles your tears,
Out of your moist, sad eyes,
One more time, one more brick,
We build castles in the sky,
To wash ideas from their heads,
Brainwashers,
For cleanliness is godliness,
For emptiness is uselessness,
We build a heaven in the sky,
To make the sheep all ponder, "what is life?"
The crne built the castles to scrape the sky,
As blue as our sadness,
As blue as my awakening eye,
As the awakening wrecking ball,
So round, to flatten every house,
TO trample every delicate garden,
To rain on every parade,
They placed it on a crane,
TO clean up their precious work,
Swaying back and forth from start to end,
Think, Thank, Thunk,
Your heaping prizes topple to the floor,
They were hung with care like bricks into cement,
Wrecking ball comes to rescue you,
From the things that you dread,
The nightmares waiting for you in your bed,
As the bricks are smashed away,
Wrecking ball still sways,
To clean your mess you created,
You molded, you loved,
Wrecking ball, to wreck your run,
To save you from yourself,
to save the bricks,
From multiplying to numbers to high to see,
To heights too high to climb,
To black distances just to black to reach.
