- Glass Eggs -


homeless turtles
roaming on freshly cut grass
roasted ego
for a three-course meal
lying naked
on the concrete
waiting for hearts
to steal

my emotions come boxed
with pretty wrapping
a poker-playing watchmaker
wasting my time
please turn me on
and don't let go
whisper sweet words
that end in rhyme

go on
club the seals tonight
go on
using all your might
we are tiny glass eggs
you are giant steal hammers
we are tiny glass eggs
you were meant to strike hard

hot wax
fresh from the mind of god
it always burns worse
when you're awake
twisted turned
and torn apart
that's everyday
in the earthquake

wearing a money suit
filled with desire
a faithless chauffeur
who drives me insane
swimming around
in a fish bowl
that's been left out
in the rain

go on
eat the caviar
go on
dead roads travel far
we are tiny glass eggs
you are big live grenades
we are tiny glass eggs
you were meant to explode

no one here
has any bullets
this machine
has no oil

we are tiny glass eggs
we are tiny glass eggs
go on
shatter
go on
shatter



written by wonkknow
copyright 2018 wonkKnow




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