a7 on Nostr: Look im writing about love oh my oh my look at the doves small minds stuck on ...

Look im writing about love
oh my oh my look at the doves
small minds stuck on attraction
every moment of theirs a distraction
a world more vast hides behind
and they are here wasting their minds
tap your skull, it makes a hallow sound
drag you around the the gallows now
if we could get rid of it
you would probably claim it was the core of your wit
empty empty
the banshees dont screech in your ear
useless and forgotten year after year
hear that? nothing
no internal monologue
a wasteland
desert mind
over fried pork rind
unclean
forever unclean you are