once there was a ruin-ism.

 

So then the pretzels got stale and the air wreaked/ /reeked of half hearted honesty.  The tour guide opened the windows and changed the air the way you’d change your underwear in the morning- just like that- off and away. The visitors filed into the room, replacing the aura of previous persons.  The guide always wondered what would happen if he flat out just ruined his life. All it took was a tick of the clock and there he would be, standing naked on the ping pong table screaming   SAVE THE TREES AND FUCK YOUR MOTHER MY DOG HAS A BEAUTIFUL ANUS AND THE GRASS IS NOT GREEN

and just like that 1-2-3 you are labeled insane- 

Well the truth is that everyone has impulsive thoughts, 

and they creep up on us like humans that were, 

and they coat your honesty like sprinkled sugar glaze that says 

EAT ME DON'T RESIST MY CREEPY COATING 

and you know its true- because it came from inside of you- and that is scary. You want to keep it down but you want to shout it out, 

I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL BECAUSE I AM HUMAN TOO, 

but together we try not to understand each other 

because sharing our secrets is sharing our flaws.