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Modern Day Caveman And Cavewoman


Modern Day Caveman And Cavewoman


The flames are laughing, arguing, seductive
The words are whispered, shouted, mimed
Adventure without the risks attached
It's the visual party, the masks hide the real faces
'How was your day?'
'I'll tell you in a minute'
That minute takes a walk, becomes hours.

Images dance in the flames
Without a second thought press the red button now
Human moths hypnotised by the light
Modern day caveman and cavewoman

A mentor
A companion
That never answers you back
Never tells you you're wrong
The ultimate showman of the 21st century
Smoke and mirrors glass and wires
Just one more spoonful of perfection
Just one more spoonful of faked sincerity
Surrogate lives adopted
The prison of ambition
Claims another victim
Modern day caveman and cavewoman.

V Topp

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Drinking-Sane-Water-Vincent-Topp-ebook/dp/B01NBX7TS9/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid


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