Transmitter Overload

The transparency,
Frequently,
Of love beatings,
Has me seeing,
Shades of yellow.
Hey fella fella,
I already toldja,
This love soulja,
Is no longer of the,
Quick to sell ya,
Jello Jella.
This persuasion,
In no means,
Contagious.
Coldest cold,
With no hots.
Overload,
Isn’t the best to bode,
On a road that’s temporary,
Lactose intolerant,
Eating dairy.
Sold,
A fairytale,
Reality unfolds,
The image now,
Is moldy.
Goldy Goldy.
An open door,
Is what most seek,
To reset the score.
Refresh,
In the 53rd week.