(BFT!) Bottom Feed This! mutha-moth-fucka

–oh, so you know where the wild ones grow- do you? do you?

It’s in the black and white of between the lines- your lies

— time x truth = the benign–

          –oh, so you know where the enemy hides

It’s in the charcoal black soul of all their lives- your lies

        Petering out. Falling to pieces.

            Taking easy options instead of hard times

on your glass jaw—cracked back tooth—to ache a week whilst limping from (& to) town

— they construct instead of create–

and Oh, so you know where the homeless slumber—

                 So do you see the grey of an unflapped wing?

                                           where the moth is only as beautiful

                                                        as the swarming masses will allow

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