foolish mortals

[veritas]

The obligatory dream sequence’s ocean tide waxed and waned,
The participatory team’s weekends arose to hide the taxed and strained.
The foolishness and uselessness of thinking chemicals relax the brain,
The clues which sit aloof and remiss, breathing air to coals, attract the flame.
The dues you ditch to snooze and bitch leaves it fair for foes to act the same.
The bruise, the itch, and the booze that glitch brings a stare that knows the path of shame
In truth you miss the proof which sits and sings its share of shows of wrath and pain
These jewels emit the routes in writ of wings that dare the prose the master’s claim
But the fools all miss for the amounts of shit that clings to the woes of their massive lame.