We’re wallowing within intellect.

Quick quick
would you like to pick
maybe you can make a guess with all that wit
one two three which piles of sticks were lit
your skin will burn
as all the hate is torn
between this life and the next
let me be more direct
we’re all wallowing within intellect
our brains churning information
each piece of knowledge suffers deflation
as if life is simple shadows on a wall
a dial tone on a redundant call
and we’re left open
stretched out for the beholden
telling us that if we sin today
our souls will be forever fray
although if we let it in our hearts
you’ll be forgiven for every limb stored within our shopping carts.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina