Stop and smell the roses, a few moments never killed anyone.
If bottled water was Truth
Or even, Common sense
There would be
More objective hope for the world
Parasites don’t go quietly
Down the road to salvation
It’s one of the great mysteries
How, with all that sucking
They can still talk so much
About their needs
Lovers aren’t confused
About what to kiss next
Whatever appears
In front of their lips
Is the next victim