Vultures in a tree
Feels like rain
But it’s pee
Eyes burning
I can’t see
Still turning
Stankin’ misery
It’s hot!
My forehead’s the pot
The drippin’s got the flames sizzlin’
Help!
They’re raining on me
Myself
And I can’t see
Vultures in a tree
All over the country
Wainting
Comtemplating
The meals coming
Running!
Blind they’re still behind
Flapping
Bird rapping
Close to the ground
I turned to call their bluff
Feathers went puff
Kicking as they tore at me
No pain
I know it hurts
What does it gain
No shirt
I threw sand into the air
But still they knew exactly where
With that road kill stare
The birds were aware
That I was scared
Tenderizin’ the main course anatomy
Vultures from the tree
From where do the roots get nutrients
No soil for botany
Shredded pants bare like a baby
Main course ingredients
Hands and feet
I found a hole
But they’re still dancing
I grew fear wings
Flew from their conquering scream
I can’t breathe
Static electricity
Shocking
Clock tick tocking
A dream
Brrrrrrriiiiiiing!
awoke under the covers sweating
Seven in the morning
No vultures in the tree
At least not in this dreamality