This life is chaotic
With nothing moronic
More than the idiots
That run it with toxicSpilling all over us
The killing disastrous
As we all just sit by
And watch it distract us.
We are deteriorating
This life that is fascinating
Yet smoothly destroying
The faces appalling.
Bleed loose the blood
This trail of mud
To follow it close
To the worlds ending thud
Of thunder that's clapping
With lightning that's flashing
Among these dark faces
That continue these lashings.
It's become too chaotic
To notice the toxic
Slowly oozing down the street
By these idiots
No less than moronic.