Heavy the head that wears… well, I have no crown to speak of as of yet but my mind is more than full of things that I can’t let out, truths that no one can feast upon and as if those ideas are eating themselves. Mind The Soylent indeed
Always keep a stiff upper lip
or a smile to zip
the answers to all the things you said,
all the things you said as if I ship
this crown that I pursue
like theses, white walls grew
to encompass the world and universe too
but the pillows on my bed
say off with my head
in league with the red queen
making me wish Soylent Green
was people, to stop a good old fashioned killing machine
which I had in mind
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