Counterfeit Creativity.

Sound waves balanced to a pastel tempest
With the silver splendor found in a public phobia
The auditorium's hourglass keeps throbbing
But the vexation's on a daylights savings shift.

Toll booth competitions through ceramic reactions
Certainly entertaining but oh so ironic
Their minds aren't wrapped with a brilliance
But fed with the counterfeit creativity.

Mirage inspirations as a dictionary source
Crafted with your spite studded buttons
Suppressed to the very core of malevolence
With that incoherent air, we call for disorder.