Chinese water poisoned
lieing in still water
waste oil floating on the surface, poison underneath
I mirror my reflection from the slick;
it's distorted and sickly in colour
-- or is it me?
I certainly feel ill;
the metal band clasping my head
is so painfully real it's almost visible,
food smells nice, tastes nice (for the first two bites)
but it makes me nauseous
I'd like to take a shower ten times a day
to wash off this weariness
and not lie in this filthy, sickening water
not going anywhere, not getting clean
waste oil floating on the surface, poison underneath
I mirror my reflection from the slick;
it's distorted and sickly in colour
-- or is it me?
I certainly feel ill;
the metal band clasping my head
is so painfully real it's almost visible,
food smells nice, tastes nice (for the first two bites)
but it makes me nauseous
I'd like to take a shower ten times a day
to wash off this weariness
and not lie in this filthy, sickening water
not going anywhere, not getting clean
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