"I am the world"
bellowed the man
whose crooked lips
dripped the love
that he had sipped
only moments before
and as it fell
low to the floor
ten feet below
(minus a seven
if you factor
re-al
ity
into the lore),
a rather grotesque
splatter pierced through
the silent sound core
and with only that
it shook the world,
owned by the man
with crooked lips,
and consciousness sore.
