Himself

Is everything
Beautiful?
Why think beauty only stands two inches tall?

Beautiful
Lightning bug
Is crushed beneath black boots and flattened into pulp

The plastic bag
In the sea
Blood is heavier than water we drink

You've had your fun
You've had your fun
You made your dollar and you'll cost another one

A tinted fun
Conceited one
With old gray hair
Sits in his chair

What is "me"?
Who are you?
Overrated portraits we will never live up to

The old gray man
Writing his will
Those dollar bills, those dollars build into his will

He turns around
Looks to the ground
And prides himself
For where he lands



Credits
Writer(s): Joe David
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