Our Teeth Shelled In Our Gums Of Misery
I’m sort of busy depicting my mental image; an alp capped with shimmering city lights.
Standing on the shoulder of diplomatic demigods, here we don’t feel lonely around the roof, though.
Unlike all of “us”, a bunch of “green papers” in my bag, I’m bearing. And I’m waiting for these fairies
to seduce off the conference. We know we can smile with all our teeth shelled in our gums of misery.
My eyes caught a spot in a three-sixty. “Beware of humans”; someone hung a tag. Off that dashed
a prominent figure of universal lawyers. “Personal beef tops the John Doe issues, brother”,
introduced a nigrescent animal abruptly, in a short distance. I needed a minute. I did catch the link though.
Off the hook, I strolled towards a space where I don’t need to reassure my species. And yeah, it’s funny.
Matter of fact, I broke the doorknob of the entrance to the roof.
I’m mature enough not to let others breathe
lest they smell money somehow.
Aren’t you free!
Shouldn’t you be asking God why!
You do know we will last, we will shine and we will smile with all our teeth shelled in our gums of misery.