My glass is plastic
- The green & black maiden sweats from the chill
The book I read is for idiots
- It tells me lies of my brilliance between the covers like past lovers
My grass is plastic
- Shades of green and yellow, tributes to my laziness
The trees do nothing
- Bearing no fruit or shade, they freeload like high school friends
My family sleeps
- Not the victim of my late green & black madness
The house has nothing to say
- It stands stoically in formation & gives me no inspiration, as always
My day is gone
- Spent like tips on cigarettes, lost for good now
The sweet vail of sleep never showed
- Miles away still, probably looking for an open Starbucks
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