Human Suit

Releasing worry or cluttering thoughts from your mind.

Sometimes it sucks

Sour like limes.

Some rhymes fit but get stuck

As non-sensical lines.

Some vines grow from the muck

Like every star shines

From space: blacker than an ape's coat

Drift awareness in with fruit

Plunk this thought where the grapes float 

And rotate it all away from my skin tight human suit.

 

 

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