A balloon pumped by air, colourful and bloated at a country fair Balloon deflates its happy breath, ugly and limp in its undesired death That’s Love Unbubbled whiskey and bitter beer, tobascoed chips and coffee to plug a tear A waving candle flame and menthol cigarette suck, a scrappy paper by pen is struck That’s Control Words the mouth of thought of emotions unwanted bought by a lady of honesty and youth like an unheld receiver in a public telephone booth That’s Life Why did trees and ambition not distract … Read the full article…