Corn Flakes
by Brian
Fear
Paranoia
I can smell it
taste it in the residue of my food
see it in the gentle tugging of Botoxed eye lines
The paupers resent what the clowns lament
No one saw this coming except everyone
and now they laugh
blame it on the weather
the age of aquarius
a dead cat
a dead god
As above
So what?
As below
So long.