Filling in the holes, raked over the coals, playing the low-paying roles
Rolls Royce rolls down the hill
Breasts covered by hands
Veins that carry life
Like a little baby
Clear eyes that see everything
But understand very little
Atoms so tiny that destroy cities
Filled with lost souls, goons with hats
And suits that soak in the smog
That we breathe
To Live
And everyone wants to live forever
But drugs won’t help
Except
To bend you mind
waste your time
And bring you to the end of the line
Drawn on paper
The stinging cuts inflicted
The joy of pain restricted
Breathing constricted
Mentally afflicted
Conflicted
But still filling in the holes