Cremated Brain

Sickness and pain came too soon
born to gaze and stare at the moon
pervert teachers, priests, politicians
the cornerstone of our existence is a lie.

He's got wild mirroring eyes
he swallows you existence
you'll either love him o
r choose the easy way
and just hate him

He was a good boy
he was tired
doctors were hired
his toolbox lay empty

My soft articulate brain cremated...