people this people that

calloused lions hunt clouds hung too high

hungry ocean swallows sky

little girl next door swings

big tree holding her sings

swigs of yesterday sipped slowly sigh

maybe it’s time to say goodbye.

 

he hangs his head, like droopy ice cream

drips with summer haze and

too many tips

from people this and people that

saying here but running there

confusion like a jello ship

 

simple like baby fingernails and

snailmail why isn’t the color

purple

seen by flying things

sometimes we

make up

what we think.

 

starving lions like

protruding ribs and stares

neglect and scares

what if they could see

what they’ve done to me

 

it’s time

say goodbye.

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