Written by Jonathan Aryeh Wayne, August 10, 2016 Smell the petulant blue Greedy with sea view Melting with lotion Steadily, without motion America has dieways Taste the mayan-aise Paved to disgust Born of stardust Onramps are cryways With amazing haze For hands not ready And colors unsteady Replacing truth By rotting tooth There are lieways…