Frame the snapshot perfectly. Your worth in acolytes.
Filter fogged photos, albums full - hunger defines your life.
Can never quite solve the puzzle;
Cant fill that broken glass.
Sad to see your soul still slander - some gold for the fool at last.
Fervent is your spectacle. So saturated, so frivolous.
Fuck your storied facade. Your satiation, your dissonance.
Soggy and fat with forgery,
those songs of fear you sing,
stink from frequent falsehoods.
They spoil everything.