on the scent of experimental man

[saw]

oh modernity
you pathetic fool
your useless trinkets
inedible
oh, you hapless gambler
your seductive baubles
worthless rust
'round a shriveling neck
they've lost their luster
as you try to dance
like you used to, but c'mon
the marathon is over
let in sink in, you're money
is no good at the grand finale table
credit cards either
the bunion derby was a scam
to begin with, the zombie treadmills
no longer require a blindfold
our degradation was entertainment
sadism was sexy chic
masochism our unrivaled talent
yet now, even the shrewdest promoters
can still remember, they shoot horses
don't they ?
the coup de grace that sweet blow
the grim key turns in the lock
laboratory doors forever chained,
a speck of debris floats off
a bit player in a cast of thousands

[ButterflyKiss]

WoW! This is amazing!

[saw]

thanx B-kiss........finally someone understands me........ha ha.......