Jack and Coke

Maybe, its always on, is it red or black,

Swimming pools, respect, take care of the children,

Maybe I should be greedier, maybe I need a challenge,

To get to the next level, maybe I lost,

The line in the verse, two lines, of coke,

Taste it, I'm broke, maybe,

I don’t have the freedom for it,

Maybe I'm not in charge,

But I hope the heavens have mercy,

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For that grand journey,

And that joke, that I lost,

The poem, that never was,

Yet to be, maybe, I feed,

A lot, so much innocence,

I hope to feed again.

Lightbulb

A robot, a vibrator,

The children, need to feed,

A flesh light, is it too tight,

Screw it in, it fits,

Just right, cyberware,

The conglomerate,

A virgin, a fruit,

I'm eating.

Forlorn

A coursing river, it could be, too far now,

I'm not sure, if it will make it,

Those lovely words, a dream,

A lost poem.

Oppenheimer

Maybe, there are different kinds of currency,

All energy, traveling, through the network,

Magic, is in the air, food, treasure,

Body fat, a safety reserve,

To get you through the day,

Knowledge, an ego, work,

A fulfilling week, to do our job,

An anger, a rebellion,

To turn the wheel,

I'm not sure how it all works,

But its all measured,

And scattered throughout,

Old souls, young souls,

Virgins, temptation,

Men, rapists, heavy, light,

Feathers, the moonlight.