Dear Jet Black Lady
who's oblivious to me.
Follow me down
into the flowing green grass
and see how evil we can be.
We waste our breath
arguing over who's the best,
while overseas
people argue
over where the bodies will be pilled.
Homemade surgeries
are the best they can be,
they may cut out the cancer
but unless you know
how twisted we can be
your limbs will merge together
in this ice cold melting pot.
And come out the other side.
At least we hope it reemerges.
We don't exactly have all the kinks worked out yet.
