Rockstar Jonathan Rosales Hanging there, a lifeless imitation of a broken man.
A doll of society, who would abandon at any sign of weakness or
blemish of character.
Atrocious eyes of hearts mocks, stares at your burnt flesh.
Burnt from the harsh fire-like laughs of the crowd you have spent
wasted your life pleasing
Then afterwards dismisses you like the wind up figures sold in stores
next to the chicklets and peanut-butter cups
Then you come home to your lover, who reeks of your brother
as she feeds you burnt fish and sparkling water
Effervescent with Lies.