The protective coated nonstick pan shields the steel from the man.
Like computer monitors dropping dimes, we sometimes wakeup to twisted lives.
Along the freeway of life I slow my car to view an accident like the rubberneckers all in row.
Glancing, coasting by, realizing it was me facedown on the protective coated asphalt land.
Moisture drips from my brow, sizzles as it hits the asphalt frying pan.
Sleepless days and restless nights how did I get to the place where the Salvation Army met Godwill?
Left alone to contemplate computer monitor separates.
Allegations of isolation frying in a nonstick pan.
Enigma under the bed again, it’s just another giant hand rocking the bed in twitter land.