between the buried and me
informal gluttony
Rebuild Cannot close our eyes  Construction paper traffic corner office destruction The cityscape burns brighter by the hour Clock tower: bring us all down Marching like ants to the foundation of a higher form Trash. Capped and smothered Trash bag Trash hat Wrinkle-free clients of doom  Feed me fear (informal gluttony)  Construction paper lawns force-fed attention grabber when will you learn First come first serve The all you can eat trumpet, playing the tunes of our death Breathe, now blow Now blow  Let it be heard  The preacher's talent is going through the airwaves (I need to be led in the right direction. Set up the bumpers Running in the gutter) The little kids taught me well but I wonder why they don't listen anymore (It's a television nightmare) Eat and watch, eat eat eat, what they feed Corner office tubes, give me the best view in the hut  Feed me fear (informal gluttony)