Life is a lie, M!

Skid marks
spiralling humans
warning signs
ask me to go slow
a passerby smiles
then falls off his motorbike
Life is a lie, M!
let’s not build a church
to our covalency just yet
I need you and
you need your space
everything sucks
is upside down
on edge, high-octane
the attendant at the fuel pump
takes my hand
I can feel his weary tribe
fuelling other men
Where do we go M?
Life is a lie
and you are a construct
at the bottom of a beer can
love me, miss me,
feel me, kill me,
draw your lot
across my forehead
go ahead!
Pinch my delusional self!

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