To bring to nothing
It would be just as easy
Rid yourself of the weight
Eliminate the extra
Sitting in the middle
Contemplation on the fiddle
Mysteriously the thérémine
Hangs in the background
It hurts me so to know
What someone would give up
Just to save those around them
I guess we call that sacrifice
Turns me sour inside
We couldn’t know that
One day we’d be grasping at
Our past like desperate
Children wanting candy
Because it reminded us of
Our happiest times
To be loved and never
Need to think about
What is the future
To behold
Pay for advertising
Pay not to have advertisements
What kind of grown up joke
Is this environmentally
Money driven nonsense
What you wanted
You have it all
Except for one thing
To be loved on the couch
It’s not an experiment
Any longer it’s the
Actual result called
Living life
© GÄ
Poétique 