Dipping my microships in gasoline sauce

[Split]

The rotten apple doesn’t fall from the tree. But the tree was built on a hill
And that apple fell to the sea, and I just hope that apple was grown; into a beast
And transfixed to my throat, cause my adams apple chokes on it’s spit, when I think on every single thing we had to conceive, we traveled the seas
not literally though….
You just had to be weak. Metronome castle. Spoke a colorful and balanced laser
You were the first flower to blossom brush strokes in your caricature,
To me you were second nature. Sitting bottoms at large oaks
Bongo drums, sparking your dark flavor.
A stranded home. Alone, there goes the vagabond. I’ve had enough
If I see you, it’s a waiver on sight. Get away, it’s alright
Veteran’s war crime. Not severing all ties, like tailors on strike

ethereal

enjoyed the rhyming/ juxtaposition very much

did not like adam bombs very much