VIII
___With a head full of champagne,
I'm not familiar with infrastructure,
I've spilled my heart,
with little to gain
These days, there's only
euphoria and no pain,
It feels dangerous to alwaysbe in free fall
I can't help wondering,when will I hit the ground?
Men with mind say I'm not sound
Their eyes, orbs of ego and lies
Always reminding me to be polite
Stop, don't speak your mind,
But are they of mind or head-
Suits, armor and legs of lead,
The world is infected
A virus made from human nature
Even the sun has become
A bit unnaturally saturated,
With their Lamborghini fumes.