Verducation Distillation
Verducation distillation
Did you think the weapons could go go green
Did you thing think the thresholds stood still unseen
In mass ash production circulation blood machine
Chain chant reigns no kit kat break to flee
Chewing at McDonald's an early lunch of me
Chilly sights of spices and a broken tv
You hop
You scotch
You watch
A sit com for a clown rip rapping a seat to sit
A bang bang smoking pot puffing at ‘that's it'
A broadband surface for ms to transmit
It's they
For a day
An early month of May
Clicking at an interpreter's sign
Of things both evil and divine
An indifferent ‘that's fine'
Too nigh
You fly
You sigh
Sigh sign deep inhale an early breeze
Breathe in the green at a too late ease
Before real life moves and all movies freeze
Verducation distillation
Did you think the weapons could go go green
Did you thing think the thresholds stood still unseen
In mass ash production circulation blood machine
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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