taking a barrage of verbal assaults
powers boosted with insecurities
start the ten count and get the smelling salts
now judgement by social jury

magenta colored fries and yellow skies
everything shapeshifting
right before my eyes
into something a little less uplifting

Slam the gavel
charges pressed and sentences passed
despite a lack of arrival
jury calls for death by lower caste

the sound of your voice
echoes in memories unpossessed
there was no other choice
but to leave you unimpressed


just awful