May WE find ourselves in a northern town..down where the global winds blow.
Scratching a non indulgent thought.
And, so it goes.
May WE find ourselves surrounded by a decades worth of tainted snow.
Crowds of unique sameness under, our charred feet and doused by misplaced psalms.
And, so it goes.
Could WE house ourselves together in a foreclosed bungalow.
May WE find ourselves enslaved by ancient atoms and bad apples.
And, so it goes.
May WE notice ourselves in the line up of nowhere to go.
Only to discover ourselves cushioned by the pantry or the bread line.
And, so it goes.
Unbeknownst to many you can get there from here.
Degenerate nation… repeat after me.
Hell is too well for the meek.