POST-MODERN IRONY

In reality, a mirage
Is delusion for real
Why then must we
Confess the truth
And feel false beneath

Below, on the surface
Where the fluid boils 
Renditions evaporate unheard
Corroding within the skin
Such uncouth suffering 

Let us strip the skin, dear people 
This blood needs to breathe
Our shells have cut the perspiration
Homosapiens sweating like pigs
Such post-modern irony

-K.G.