Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Rexona

A simple disaster...
Horrifying
It's always when he's comfortable
Never any other time
He can't let his expectations down
He hides them in his mind

She loves to get dirty
Roll on the ground
Lay in her filth
She's loud
Obnoxious 
But she listens

They're tired
Gone to bed
Toes aching
Heels red 
Their knees shaking
Fear

He's out of his mind
Where is it?
Feet in the air
Head on the ground
I've tried this trick
And spun

She wants to go
He says no way
The moon is rising
buzzing...
The light shines
Dance

They've awoken
The colony has grown
Old and gray
Their feet complain
Give me some...
Rexona

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