disaster porn


On top of the mountain when I blew my brains out into an atonal horn,
I was lost in childish rhymes, esoteric spam and disaster porn,
While the bandwidth-deprived savages plotted, without glory, lost, lovelorn
I merely meant to improvise and climax but never forewarn.

2 comments:

paperslightertext said...

I love this. It's so compact and potent.

suraj sharma said...

thanks a lot, Juliet!

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