The feeling of a noose lingered on my neck as I sat there in despair
I see shades I’ve never seen before in rhythmic hues of delusions propaganda
I should feel like crying and calling out for help, but all I feel is peace and calm as if it’s my time.
“Daddy Oh daddy oh it’s my time” I cry out
Legs, legs all I see are legs tripping over one another trying to find balance
Are they dancing?
Is this the new Tchaikovsky play?
Is this the new Madonna?
Their legs they hypnotize you, they capture you.
The drugs you’ve taken they’ve got nothing on you like their long laced up extended trippy legs calling your name saying things you’ve never heard before
Perceptions changed for what’s wrong is right
Daddy oh I think I’m ready for this treacherous show
Words painted scream their flawlessness
Change what’s set to please the masses
Those legs extended trample opponents in aspiration for perfection
Skeletons gorging at nothing for titles
There I stare at death my dear old partner