Famima!! Nights
My hands stained with sanitizer and cleaner
the reality of my day, the endless toil
clothes stenched with deep fryer oil
you’re in my imagination, an afternoon dreamer
mental impulse’s burn like a photograph
the ones taken in my mind, the future
or was it the past, maybe the present
or was it a stagnant place, Id like to present
my self to you, holding the truth
in my heart were nightmares
fall apart and
demons fall victim
to silly scenarios
of funny pulp fiction
a humorous tale of a silly rabbit who thought
Trix were for kids
until he finally died of starvation.
-Rawad Wehbe
