2 star resort
Those words… they’re growing
into some tender hairs—
split on every end—debating
rebates and fly tyin’ mean knots.
Quit turning on the lives
the ones unable to fish.
Acknowledge problems, thorns,
and the sale of empty bulbs.
Yeah, many soak and bask…
let the shrivelled take a dive—
‘let em haggle and whine’.
Those unlucky odds expire soon—
cuz everyone’s tired of the stale train.
Quit expressing expired thoughts.
No one’s supposed to eat infected…
get that shit outta your mouth—rinse.
Cuz times flowin’ thru worm holes
and tossin’ the bad applesz aside.