The dikes are loose

The can is dented

The cake is burned

The cheese is moldly

The cows have shit

The horse just died

The man just rain

The hill just rolled

The pill just swallowed

The bitter turned sour

The page just turned

The sale went through

Chicken and the fly

Turn the key and run

Jeer at the crowds

Silently smile cat call retard police ball chuck the window through the pane

Grinning silent streets fill my head with visions

People mouthing words shaping bubbles of their thoughts

They float in front of me and pop