Saprophytes

Worthless machineries chase me down this line
Metallic arms grappling
Rapidly mapping
Sceneries they don't understand

And they say

You can't paint here, you can't be here
Two billion strikes and you're out, sucker!
And if you touch us
We'll pin you to the metal, you'll be forever stuck here
There aren't any golds and greens here
No luck here

All you see is tranluscent skin
That covers us machineries, stretched out thin
The pale yellow lights can be seen from inside
We no longer know pride
So no reason to hide

If you wear high heels and break through the skin
We'll strecth out our feelers and take you within




Poetry by lou bergs
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Written on 2005-05-26 at 21:28

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rlet'spaint the world's walls with every colour of the rainbow and sod em all if they moan.
2005-07-16