Wow… I’m speechless. No worries, in a good way. From the symbolism, to the subtle repetitiousness of every day that really drives your point home. It feels like a death parade, every day. We are just biding our time until we reach that final destination..

Such a morbidly beautiful write, Cipher. xx
~P.G💋

Powerfully penned, Cipher. This poem would turn goat piss into gasoline. Old Blues Brothers reference. lol. Phenomenal write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you Angel…

Well, sometimes we got some
time to kill…

We might as well come up with
some analogies…

🙂

Nice Paul Simon reference…

Your feedback and solidarity
is very much appreciated…

If we gotta die alone, perhaps
we might live together or even
poet together a bit…

<#3

I like your unique style. There’s definitely a melancholy flavor to this piece, conveying a certain boredom and routine existence plodding along to the last. Let’s make it a parade! Suck in the helium!