Creme de la brain
The sunset is a creme, yellow
Neatly leaking through the slatted shades
This is a color-palette anachronism
It relaxes my mind-tubes
Fluids of stress slow their flow
But it will fade soon enough
For that sun can't hang forever
We all know it ain't Michael Jordan
And we all know that Michael Jordan is
A construct, those commercials lie
No one can do what he does
He can't do what he does
But we buy the squeaky sneakers
Buying the sensation of a brilliant star
Like the sun
But the sun sets
And in a few billion and some change,
It will die and take us with it.
-Tum Cruz
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