How is hope restored,
sweet saving tonic, classic
resurrection, and avoidance,
but delight, shedding light!
Quickly losing it, loving more
less of anguish, trickle
and squish, black lever
switched, blue light on
there's a halo in the sky . . .
Shimmer sweet, cloying
syrupy sugar, and it's sweet,
and YOUR sweet―to―whoever,
and ever, and ever―amen.
Oh, but there's always more―
we don't stop till we hit the floor,
and the blue light goes off, but it's on,
we'll go on and on . . . until you
ignore us, and we go away, what
a start to a beautiful, new day!
Delusion keeps unhappy people
alive, so tell me, and her, and him
a lie, nervelessly, we'll be listening.