cloudy with a chance of fucked

cloudy with a chance of fucked.
++++++++++++++++++++++++

the day was cloudy
with
a chance of fucked,

and
you were the only
good
thing left in the world
love.

how do you smile
when
everything around
us
withers and turns to
shit?

(and why does
it
always kill me
when
The Heavens Smile
Above?)

+

the soldiers salute
you
like a general when

we
pass them hand in
hand,

(anyone else would
be
shot i suspect.)

and
you seem to be the
savior
of this god forsakened
land!

(who loves
an
irredeemable train-wreck.)

+

so,

(in spite it all)

the day is cloudy with
a
chance of hope..

hope i view with
ceaseless caution,

with
Heart intent on bullets
or a
Rope!

(which leads to but
a
temporary coffin.)

j.s.h.