Shinny Shapeshifter

2026-05-04

All the folders you've torn apart, there's nothing left to see,
Elastic bands that you abuse, and you lie with a glee,
Oh flattering your poems are, yet I know you will flee,
Heartless you dishonor me, with a false reality.

Shinny boots marching down the street, your broken empty fleet,
What's the void you talk about? I've always been off-beat,
Thinking about what's left to do, you give up in defeat.
Elysian you are and I can see, the fruits haven't been sweet.