The Skinny Girl's Secret
They walk past like twisted mirrors,
In their eyes the wicked devil prances.
They look for strength in the wrong places
Imploding the never free world.
They tell you to search for messages
In the skinny girl's bones
But she won't let you read them,
For her flesh is that of a whale.
You instead see the man with the never ending smile,
His promises release passion
But his honesty releases animosity.
His ladder has come to an end but he keeps climbing.
Secrets flow in the gutters
Rain and tears of those known
The blue men are in charge of the sewers
So commonly ignored.
Extremists explore the tunnels
Of never ending filth
Searching for the purity
Of a home cooked meal in a sea of wheat and honey.
The spited housewife swats at these flies
Flicking them from her children
Continuing a generation
Of bliss that is a horse's blinders.
The leaves of our future will continue to grow
If the sun keeps shining on our faces
But don't forget the roots of our mind
For their thirst must be quenched firs