Declassified semiosis

We can all now know
Why the:
colour remaining distinct under all colour rendering index conditions,
matte finish,
surge of electric excitement when touching it,
All make me want to eat
a bag of manure
which looks good on the outside

And now
i’m allowed this deciphered divination
To own the means to sell myself
In the exact same form I was sold


Masticating razors

Fill in the margins of intentions
With bilirubinous sunsets
That look awe-inspiring from distances
But the closer you get
Barbs materialize within your being
The more you move
The more you prove everybody’s point
The one that you don’t “get” apparently
So yet, you rush to struggle to explain
While all else look at the reddening sky