7/3/2020
A poem that doesn't rhyme that tells about how everyone has narcissistic tendencies, enjoy if you choose to.
I am eclipso, won't you know my name.
I take open knowledge as a damage to the brain
my eye sights been mutilated by the closed island
that is my vain.
My virus spreads from where once was founded the buildings of Mussolini to the big ole trump towers of New York city.
they think the virus will go away?,
the way things are everywhere, just a broken home with a suit up smile advertising it as a wonderful place.
as the dogs will be released from the bark
the people fear being disgraced.
for a profit, for a car, for a monument, for your name
for a home, for a shadow, for a mark, you figure its the only way.
death eats at you if you wait
you see fate and you never get your way.
you want to hear good news
if it ever changes it won't be this way
when will it come
its coming pretty late
everyone is the same person if you look just the right way.