it’s rude 

to play with your words

You're supposed to eat them 

but isn't it strange 

how the taste isn't based 

on what you meant

( or even what you said )

but what was in between the lines we read

We don't have time to understand you 

the stomach to eat our words 

and then yours too

We’ve got pills to take 

and shills to make

orgasms to fake

where will we find the time

to follow all these threads

make peace with the dead 

the thoughts 

the fights 

( the facts )  

we left behind ?