next summer it will rain frogs

that place, is a carnival soaked in 'kermit the frog' green.
it servers the weak, the wicked, and the lost.
i join in on the fun from now and then,
but by the witching hour they are devouring one another.
these kids eat one another alive when push comes to shove.

i've walked away from enough moments that would only lead to a conclusion that would emotionally feel quite similar to a pretty bad case of blue balls or playing a whole circuit in Mario Kart to find out you finished fourth.

tonight there were moments.
moments to hold my tongue, some to bite it hard, some to twist at, some to stuck out to.
but i'll still mix them up in my chrome bowl. take the good with the worst and forget the bad competely.

it's still that frog green that it all gets doused in.
it puts me off,
keeps me staring away from the smile that sits patiently beside me.
it has me unfocusing my eyes from the freak show
losing myself in the blur to how its been the past few weeks.

my bed is full and then its empty. and i know i comprimised alot, and i know i dont feel any wrong by it.

but she reminds me of the devil on my coattails how it's all coming down on our heads one day or another and i embrace the void our destination presents. i guess.

the words are weighing down. i'm tired now.
green light stained, once again Grimmed yet content of being capable to carry out whatever dingy place i've made myself.

Cheers to the freak show, that little carnival that spins wildly in most of us.
Cheers to next summer, because quite frankly this one feels fixed