Change your state.
Is it on a plate.
For me to devour.
Forever feeding on your soul.
Its more entertaining.
Than looking at the stars
That inflame the mysteries of my heart.
Will gain fame.
Also shame.
distance from the flame that spured millions of hyms so gay.
Its more exciting.
than wrecking cars.
Playtime for the insane
All those who idolise.
This wretched game.

Vincent Silvertop

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birds-53/