Feasting Fools

Drinking words from a bone catheter

Without consistence

Tasting dominance as an appetizer

Ambitious platters spiced with numbers

My thoughts wander as I stare at the talking fish...

Giving sound advices on how to silence my dish

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Billions of livings paintings for the greedy

In this summit of foam

Invited by naughty titans in their inhuman museum

To share not-so mysteries and their would-be decorum

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Feasting fools on a monstrous path

Feasting fools in a soiled bubble bath

Table is set for tragedy

A misshapen mole in the face of decency

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Feasting fools on a monstrous path

Feasting fools in a soiled bubble bath...

A misshapen mole in the face of decency

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Cybernetic fairies in loss of power

Crushed by the work-till-death project

Sick as wingless birds skewered on a numeric stake

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Look... the synthetic clown is smiling

...and the children are starving

Ludicrous pawn of despotic tramplers

Industrial monsters, jaws ripping the very fabric

Of this physical existence

♪

Billions of living paintings for the greedy

In this summit of foam

Invited by naughty titans in their inhuman museum

To share not-so mysteries and their would-be decorum

♪

Feasting fools on a monstrous path

Feasting fools in a soiled bubble bath...

Table is set for tragedy

A misshapen mole in the face of decency

♪

Feasting fools on a monstrous path

Feasting fools in a soiled bubble bath...

A misshapen mole in the face of decency

♪

Elegant jackets, dragon-skin style; mandrake cigars fathering tiny storms of snobbism

Fresh cemetery juice and electro-nerves floatting rubba' things

High educated horned giants worshipping shallow luxuries

Boiling with a vain intensity just staring at the cyclic visual feast

Just standing now in the middle of a past

Marble still in the dead zone

The cemetery walking over me

...and I wonder

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Descending to visualization vault XYZ after an exquisite dinner

Holographic sceneries despicting the All

So many lives...

Frames no more, captured by digital

Invisible bonds... but still... such nice colors...

Irregular digitalis begging for guidance in his strayed life

A juggling feat for the eaters

A struggling beat for the wired

Are they stones or are they names

Am I stoned or just ashamed

Just a human with respect in his pockets

Ready to share some with the face of the worthy

Let the Grim be aware

I won't be reaped without guarantees

I like my eggs boiled and that's it

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Cybernetic fairies in loss of power

Crushed by the work-till-death project

Sick as wingless birds

Skewered on a numeric stake