Drenched in irony,
the bottom of the cup saturated with bubbles, holes are brewing
sides are melted with the drops
and the cup is crushed, because of iron.
you’re a round bend of figment,,
you’re laxing and loathing all at the same moment
you’re a wire of life
bending at any extragent piece of article
that lightens your mode.
you’re the breath of all things hostile
the remote on your tongue
stings the soul of all beings
you’re the remarkable,
the undone, wild tasty hope sucking cuddle bear
you’re the dangerous
you’d ever see
in a life.