8/06/25 11:29 pm -> Something I wrote after history class

This world is wicked and I see it everyday

Those who are tortured and the children who play

A cloud of dirt in clouded eyes who witness

Many sneezes all though health and sickness

8 pills and 3 too many spills

7 friendly calls and 5 years of built up walls

With sunglasses on, the elite shall tan

While lowly crabs scuttle through the sand

Sun hats on and umbrellas up

To protect those elite with lemonade in their cup

If you see past the mist, you may be too late

for humans are a cyst and will eat all thats on your plate

Rubbing the dust from your iris, will fracture your wrists

And tapping your ankle will continue the cycle

All and all the paper tower will fall

float far away to be crushed by the brave

Insects will chew until it is ruined 

no longer tanned only paper left bland.

(Lol its a bit scattery..)