Meanings, aims
They keep on crumbling down at dawn
Plots that are
Discovered they're the same withdrawn
Replicas
Some vulgar tired imitations
Rooms that in the end
Don't really seem to be that different
Wash away
Your scent and distance fast arouses
A thousand more
Words to fit weird circumstances
Faults that are
Faded by a spin of spoon
Change of mind
It's just a deflated baloon
And as an ancient dirty wish it will endure again
Survive the moment and goof on yourself but without any pain