Look

[atticartist]

I look at the world
See it unfurl
And notice the torn edges
Plastic crap
And all of that
Available cheap
At stores that killed trees
The question is not
Existence face what
The question is
What exists or not

Call it government
Call it disese
Started by someone
Who happened to sneeze
A trinket of gold
Gone out and sold
Ripped from the earth
Covered in dirt
Cleaned it up
Made it a cup
Turned into bells
And now it sells

We worry about love
When we're drowning in hate
Some things we vie for
Come a little to late