He has a heart of
gold
Money has ruined
him
He doesn’t know
who to blame
Buckets of shame
The secrets of
construction
Rush a broken
heart
Place your hand
in mine
Let me lead you
to the temple of desire
Built to be
destroyed
Then looted
Then replicated
Forever more
Block thoughts
Cubes of
dissonance
He wants to be
better
He wants to be
fine as he is
The bricks and
mortar of sound body and mind
Will never last
Your private bomb
sanctuary
Is bright red
Toxic fury
Unwieldly brain
A fist of
neurones and receptors
Tighten
Uneven breath
Unkind words
Dust of a nation
Collapse and call
us on
Primordial peace
The womb of a
dove
Diminished by the
dead
Still, going
nowhere
Built not to last
nor rot
Just be
Break bronze
idols
Replace with
robots
