segunda-feira, 8 de outubro de 2012

Firework poor.

The explosive connect.
A high flying decoration.
Leaving neighbours
and calm lovers unwillingly destitute
of their sunday afternoon tranquility.
Shooting up and popping.
Littering and causing
forest fires after dropping.
The cling and then...   Split.
The flying flaming hen.
The powdered skyward punch
sparks so shoddy.
Venerating the Joe bloggs nobody.
Hungry for actions and reactions.
The gun potion trigger pulled.
For a sports game won and celebrated.
A flammable baffoon´s smile
aimed at the moon.
A cool ugly farce,
an "I deserve it" moment,
that has become a habit and a must.
For the semi-idiotic creature
obsessed with a popping sound.
Alas we have no injections
to put these puppies down.

Nenhum comentário:

Postar um comentário