As odd as it may seem
This reality is only a dream
Like millions of insects freezing to death
Sociopathic is my mathematics
The final answer is zero
C’mon, you’d love to be the superhero
The processed foods of your labors
Have decayed into disease
And the sweat you are dripping
Is the milk you consume with ease
Pick the peddles off of my flower
I’ll reveal the lies you told during the last hour
Your passion is sour
My control is power









Hauntingly penned, Keith. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian.
Ahh the processed food we consumed is decayed in desease…why was I eating when I read this. Good one. Good visuals
Stay away from processed foods. They will debilitate you and eventually kill you! Thanks Fia!