'A Straight Circle'
Title: Made By Chelsea
Somedays I wake up.
And I feel like,
I'd just love to commit
collateral murder
on those self absorbed, self obsessed
fake bake socialites. How easily
would they jump into frame
under a rain of shrapnel and
depleted uranium instead of champagne
like Mum. At least there would be no consequences
behind those gated community fences.
Justice is as a bust is for our babes,
but suckle on the truth beneath your own skin.
Don't look within, don't turn on the flashlights,
don't stop going all night.
Don't stretch the truth is too tight
Justice is as a bust is for our fallen,
like a whore house called stalling
for time. Like land mines.
Littered across a cultural desert,
like a deserted scene so keen
to be remembered in history.
Time moves so fast these days; But not for some. Not for one.
So they use it to recreate themselves.
In their own image.
A true mirage.
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