corn

spoke well that bastard
frenzy of venture hazard
well away, jungle plaza
well ignored in whatsapp

polytechnic, serum vials
yet im low, again on vitals
only working around tidals
backwards were the dials

it used to be easy
but now it feels greasy
polluted, he is teasing
that corn tastes fizzy

im fucked. rock, stomp
womp womp, losing dump
plester sound, i grunt
callice pulled - up front ;)

sigh again, that is late
one more tidal wave
crushing my intellect
greetings, hello. my dispair

i hope i can. i really want
make the watch,
grow some yeast
maybe not, in the least.

so here we corn, maize again
of that face. graced with pain
jolly night, sweet dream
sweet corn, yellow corn,
blue corn, popcorn, not porn.