words
made in labs by scientists
without love and meaning
processed by-products
no longer their original master piece
mass produced in factories
nourished by recycled laughter
and stuffed with secretes
disassembled and reassembled
to redefine a conversation piece
and if you speak into your ears
you can still hear
the piercing squeel
of an angered beast
rolling green between you and i
in these words there's no oasis
Words are tossed ontop of stars
Words are soiled with meaning
Words are tossed into the sun
placed on coffee tables
between a newspaper and cinnabon
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