(a Spambot Bampot Frankenstein poem made out of Facebook scraps)
he needs to play human battleship this summer
after all the success it’s now time to prove himself
to twilight the fleeting moment when the sky turns deep yellow
change to break the cycle and have somewhere to call home
think of the men in the thick suits
from the 1600’s to the current times
How many years have told how their rift broke their mother’s heart?