Quagmire lockstep with reason
Charm sinking through darkness
Slipping into comets
Out of
Spite
Creationism boasts
Too much "look at me, look"
I order small delusions with my medium fries
Sucking like 30 infants
Sustenance from the cold
Round bait of the living dead
With warm breath
And cold gray brains
Working at minimal capacity
While blue marine life feed on
Ketchup packets
Camouflaged episodes
Blink like a fish
Stuck in a harness hanging
Dangling upside down from the ground
Shouting like a newborn
Greeted by melting smiles
A commercial
