These octaves
They're rubbish
These drifters
They're scrap
These orders
They're refuse
These papers
They're sapped
These heroes
They're mental
These villains
They're lapsed
These products
They're particles
These fictions
They're fact
These functions
They're faulty
These actions
They're brief
These neighbors
They're animals
These people
They're thieves.
These bricks in the pasture covering the holes
These snakes all underneath trapped in the cold
They're pushing and pushing with nothing on their minds
They're hopeless and hungry and praying for their lives.
They're pushing and pushing and pushing along
They're bleeding and pushing and trying to get on
These snakes, these serpents with forks in their tongues
They're making a break for a hole in the wall.
These lectures
They're pointless
This small talk
It's past
The fire
It's fading
The kinder
It's trash
The music
It's slowing
The humble
They've gone
The simple
They smile
The righteous
They're wrong
These rodents
They scamper
These reptiles
They prey
These skins
They coil
This venom
It stays.
Yeah... Exactly like that!
Perfection on a page!
So very few writers understanding the complexity in this kind of piece. It is very difficult to do actually it's like the intentional mockery of simplicity.
You my darling make it look nothing short of easy.
Lectures are fucking boring aint they just?