Wet Nappiness
Old pipes
Portable stereotypes
Old technology
Keeps dripping tautology
Snap , snap photography
I'm here on the side of the road
My camera ready to re-load
Another add-venture
I blew up the subtractor
With a togetherness culture
Next mission destroy the dividers
How many times have they divided us?
Into lonely riders
Rules saying that they don't allow this
I allow it, please do come in
I allow it to breath in
A surround sound spirit
Blessing the ears that can hear it
The ears that don't fear the strangeness
The slaginess
The words recreated in happiness
Tears of joy, wet napiness
This poem is about:
Our world