The constant deprivation of oxygen
to our brains,
causes us to be
slow children at play.
We think we’re gifted
even though we lack all
the trimmings,
chasing that bouncing
black ball across narrow
yellow roads
while blissfully depicting
caricatures in cumulonimbus
clouds;
drawn towards autistic artistry,
as innocence is meshed
into mush inside of Michelin
treads.
Only the dumb die young.
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