| CEO STORM They came into our world smelling of new suits neatly creased and well polished shoes that tapped as they walked down the corridors whistling aimless tunes they stormed the place and took us by surprise sneakily camouflaged warpaint transparent we caught on too late our home, our abode, was well worn with time so they added on and added on until...cracks began to form then pseudosorrow oozing from their pores they took a mallet, brought it down the splinters flew "Oh we'll make this a better place " they gushed as they pissed on the shattered remains then molded a new world from that mess and we knew...never would it smell the same not a home anymore a shapeless place without the ones that really belong there smells of suits and polish and piss began to circulate and people grew sick and left and there a new world was made of old but died for lack of love for it by Sheryl McCurdy |
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