Poem -
IM FREE--IM FREE---------DO NOT FEED ME
Sarcastic bottle
why do you scowl
when the devil rides my tongue
sarcastic lover
why do you leave
in mornings coming dawn
sarcastic fist
you wave hello
and god the most sarcastic of all
Now I laid on a wet fresh bed
snowy sheets of happy unsaid
my wrist is taken supported in vision
a tremble screams
and a crowd runs forward
who brought the grave
who can you save
its raining shit outside
in the matrix again
we must all remain insane
there are ghost hunters hunting incisions
and surgeons indecision
collects all the toys
and me the idiot
will colour or paint
my own fucking voice
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Comments
Amazing words. ?
thanx