The Legend of the Ests

July 1, 2011
Faults moving, rocks sliding.
This is walking.
Head reels, feels like floating.
Troubled world, ground shaking
Vision blurring, thoughts slurring
There is nothing that comes clearly.
Neural circuitry hard wired to
Background noises sounding like
Idea from youth reappears.
Glorified in fairytale is
The legend of the ests.
There is the pretty-est,
The nice-est, the best-est
Hidden in caves are the ugly-est, the mean-est,
The sick-est.
Deep within lies the worst-est.
Mortal craving, always saving
Hand reached high in the bag of ests.
Pick one, trick one, find an
Est young.
Live to it, breathe with it,
Die for it.
Uphold the legend of the ests.

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