Fooling Ourselves

Unglued colour

Misplaced heels

Coming home

Camera reels,

                Thread

Pretty parents

Pretty kids

You’d never guess

How they would live,

                     Dead

Love and laugh

Choke and hate

Growing crooked

Playing straight,

                      Red

Killer whales

Living bones

Fresh wars

Old stones,

               Bent

Slave to substance

Sworn to sorrow

So much time

You’ll do it tomorrow

                       Then

Material gold

Disgusting debt

Jesus is coming,

No need to fret,

                        Vent

Maximum fear

Minimum wage

One foot in the bank

One foot in the cave,

                            Spent

Age of plastic

Forest burns

Crimes of hate

Families mourn,

                        Them

Passion stored

Upon a shelf

We’re so smart

We fool ourselves,

                         Again