it won't be pretty

Strange floating dreams last night like having or experiencing unfocusable senility with no logic or control in the flow of thoughts.We’re in the Mont Royal cemetery to visit Gary’s grave and its been dug up.We can see the white bones of skeletons lying there exposed like water pipes about to be reburied with no one knowing why or barely bothering to even question what we were seeing
People just doing what they’re told
Somebody must know what they’re doing
An overweight and medicated middle-aged working class set up for the slaughter
Not with a bang but a burp