Day 46 (Something like a love song)

I want to break you off in the most non sexual way possible,

Think Kit Kat

In spring

 

Amongst tulips,

Which sounds a lot like two lips

 

Which I wish I was kissing,

Not yours of course, but that which belongs to the floors,

Of dead celebrities

Love these busy bees stuck in my number of collectible bonnets,

But this is what sonnets,

Are composed for,

To explore,

The monetary exchange,

For the trades that range,

Free like chickens who lay eggs I pay double for,

The feel good consumerism that fell

Hand in hand

With the green movement

Of a cities bowels

The push heave and slide of a new generation

 

Have patients we'll burn Styrofoam before your dead or buried

Alive alive