7am
Rows of dough stick close to my corporal folds:
Fried chicken, sacchariferous cookies, takeout shouts.
It’s the obesity of American Society,
Shameless but full of shame
Disfigured personas that contain the same name.
Theirs back, packs and stores the fat of deadly snacks.
I refuse to be in this category!
Refuse to blend in with the butter twins and the McDonald flings.
2pm
Doom! And it explodes!
In the speed of light,
And as sneaking and painless as a mosquito bite
There goes your miserable life!
Invisible creatures watch beneath our steps.
Waiting to be invited into the golden age
Where, light and darkness unite as one
Creating a magical song of Doom! And
Dom dom dom.
Listen to the children’s playful song
As it vibrates black screams
Of metaphoric schemes.
This time, it’s not a dream.
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