Shower Power

a ragnarok of ribbons,
armageddon in a comfy chair
a soft apocalypse is ending
another one's over there
follow the down feathers and slippers
into your cosy bed
wrap yourself in the four duvets of doom
and rest your weary head



like a time capsule buried millennia ago
only what is within knows how it has grown
or an orange tree misguided, fruits full of corn
knows not of the breeding before it was born
nature is discrete and fractal-inclined
what happened before replays in real time



a malignant lump of pallor
this neverending bore
the most remarkable about him
is that he's entirely full of manure
he likes to take up causes
and act as if he's been there
but his single talent is rude deception:
Pretending as if he cares



set the boundary to what is needed
we'll explore all desires and needs
an acceleration which can't be exceeded
a physical limit to our speed
by only our character let us be defeated
and let our only measure be our deeds



gel-reflective plastic gleaming guts pink thick
hardens to cracks slathers pores full to choke
like a mixed berry flavored Pocky stick
blinded by the flames and rubber tire smoke
I feel like a votive candle's burnt wick