Sunny Black Hole

It must be fun
Living under all that sun
The freaks flock to the streets
When the day is done.
Searching blindly for the missing.
Scared people do scary things.
When living in a Sunny Black Hole.

Can’t walk the streets.
Can’t breath the air.
A bullet for your troubles.
Next time try not to stare.
But that’s life…
In the Sunny Black Hole.

The Blonde streaks must hurt.
While swimming in your million dollar pile of dirt.
The Mercedes goes real fast.
Faster then the shadow that your soul casts.
“Hey Mister, gotta dime to spare?”
Wizzing by trying to fix your hair.

The American dream is a reality in the Sunny Black Hole.

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About Matthew Schroder

There is no shortage of science fiction reading here. No lack of appreciation for beards, love of coffee or obsession over blueberries.