Comedia del Orange

Welcome the world impossible.
We scream. We dream within
The collective consciousness
Of life’s lost leftovers so
Sadly stippled and stained
On the faded bricks of
Parabolic prison walls.
Time tells the tales
And juggles the indifference
Like balls of fire sucking
The oxygen from our lungs
With each pass near our mouth.
Worthless to wonder at why
Or seek the exit nearby.
A silent insurrection is
All that remains of our boast.
So let’s toast to the
Passing of the cosmic joke.
Its punchline is a low blow.


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