Show the black
And red
With tears streaking down
Your dirt caked face.
Drain your plastic sorrows dry
For they are waterproof.
Substanciate yourself
To push yourself up high
This dangerous hierarchy.
Drench yourself
In a pit of air
With none other than nothingness
To bringforth
Something not of
The line of untruths which
You display
On your aesthetically pleasing
Store.
But you apologise,
It's only for the affluent persons.
A pump,
Inflates and deflates
You do both
Somehow concurrently.
Dress your wounds
Which didn't scab over
The white blood cells
Dormant.
Having their leisure time.
Shout your voice hoarse,
Your battery is draining!
A mere hollow shell
Horribly decorated
With tacky faux branded goods.
