Fallout

Rough Draft
Love’s daft and I’m a message
In a bottle-craft, crafted
By Kraft foods in an effort to
Build a better sucker but forgot real
Muthafuckers suck the marrow out of life
Carpe corpus, zombie hordes crush
All opposition including but not limited to
The Senate Armed Service Committee
Men, it harms, worthless without pity
Shitty some might say of the cascade
Of azure-inlaid waves, crash

Calling all opticians, in doing so
Cognition renews the seas with tears from open eyes
Reception of message, I’ll let you regret this
Inverse the skin hurts, fallout’s never been worse
In skirts the wind works wonders, some like it hot
When referring to blunders and underneath it all
Buried like vaults, I melt
Molt, soul bolted from me at the sight of the dying star
Trying hard to gather composure
Bothered by the erosion from explosion
So tiny in scale, yet massive in missive
To living things to knees it brings
Pleas to a God sure to have forsaken
As latent leprous lesions leak legions of lathanides