Sit back and see the world fall apart,
Were we all destined for this from the start?
Evil, from me, depart.
Writing some vivid rhymes for the times,
Still sitting back but this chair now reclines.
I can only put words together,
Digging deep to find poetic treasure.
Trying to keep a pure heart,
Jagged edges like the head on Bart,
Do we need a clean slate or restart?
I look up into the white clouds,
Trying to escape murderous clowns,
Managed to save up a few pounds,
But money chasing orchestrates shallow drowns.