An unflattering sky,
since time flies,
between 3:00 and 5:00 am,
as silver birds scatter and purge altered surprises, too the lambs (us).
Afraid too now, look up, for what are the real contents that fill your cup?
Multitudes of ingredients too enhance the worst, urban behaviors.
As cancer type illnesses fall upon suburban lungs, to savor.
Only while sleep, will assorted flavors be released, daily as the￼ sky, forcibly bleeds.
Sprinkled agents mix the air,
too awake communities, accustomed to fail,
as no longer do they look up
the accountable trails.
Every illness on the rise,
excuses chime in,
another wicked allergy season,
about to begin,
when it’s evident, that the allergy, vaccination and flu season’s,
no longer end.
Awaken eyes know the riddle too many crimes, and death’s with reason.
Pick your Poison’s flavor.
For every other week, you boil your tap,
too bathe and eat, as trusty is the mask, you need, too aide in breathing.
A Molotov cocktail to ingest on ice, mixed of Lead an extra dose of Maganese,
a little added mercury,
in certainty too drive,
The halted delays of erect and reproduction, as test tube babies grow in haste, another depopulation method, moves forward, without mentally, kicking in.
With more options, than Dairy Queen, Coldstone’s or Baskin’s having, in flavors,
airborne, tainted tap,
Ziki virus and West Nile,
depending upon the map.
Unseen, untasted fooling the senses, with MSG and GMO eating away our attention.
Either way, however savored,
For silver birds profusely bleed,
in the sky as we sleep.
Research what you see and heard,
as the poisonous flavors,
are getting degradingly absurd.
Sickening are the lethal, serial killers, the culprits who lay and wait,
so save your flavorful letters, for it’s all approved by the FDA.
Real Life By Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Thinker on the Loose
Copyright © 2017