Broken down jaded tired and tried and TESTED people/ eagerly pleasing them selves, awhile all hungry peripheral HomeLESS people eyes… distantly divulge and WISH upon a guiding Star, statUS OVERLOAD WITH HIND-SIGHTED hilarity and IrReGuLaR and PENT-UP regret regarding…
Their deepest… DEATHLIEST(?!) sense of impending ignominy- a crying(lying) shame that they’ve had to witness and wildly watch WITH BEWILDERED HEARTS
… …
The ‘cold harsh coolness’ of the world WaLk and sequester itself away… with each-of-every brand new and approved passer-“BYE!!”
— So they WILL say.
Because it is NOT anyone’s fault but for the ‘Fault In Their Stars’ – –
Anyway, Here They ALL Are: Grasping at Absolutely NoThInG but for the shape of their favourite sins
Soaked in a bottle of wasted(!?) Gin,
About to BE brazenly BEWILDERED YET AGAIN, and epically drowned inside of a bottle of MAKE/THEM/THINK drink
