Sitting outside an asylum with my brain turned on,
White men in black threads build a lake of logs.
Psychotic people around me keep the fire strong,
Acting for a paycheck like a bunch of lab frogs.
Visit the tadpoles where the pound has froze over,
Diseased possum with a mind so soft.
All decisions are made by the four leaf clover,
Acting like a wasp webbed in a loft.
Humans influenced by cheats in cheap suits,
Energy flows through a lab of gibberish.
Youth organized by gang signs and cheap zoots.
Dismissing the thought of a flying fish.
Bitter sweet vermin praying on a Sunday,
Joey decides to avoid the academic zoo.
Unconscious awareness sinning on a Monday,
Now Joey has a Joey but doesn't have a clue.
Some bypass meat but keep ice caps melting,
Adolescent spill blood over their ink.
Why pick up a sword when you reject smelting,
Boats fill with sand and begin to sink.
Puppets on strings from the moment of birth,
Frozen, within a Frosted Earth.
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Broken Souls
PoetryA collection of dark poems I have wrote in regards to various mental disorders, as well as heavy life problems including substance abuse, violence and poverty.
