The ebb and flow
The rising tide
Climbs high inside my mind without the time to explain to me…
Why…
My marigo round shit storm of violence
Screams me down inside
But out…
Silence
Just a plastic grin of hope
With skinny limbs
And eyes on dope
The only reason
That most elope
Is a stubborn refusal to give in to rope
But should that be what life is about
Quietly smiling while dying in sight
Of every one quietly smiling
But wait mother fucker
Listen to YOU whining
Spilling your damaged spinning marigo round mind
Falling to the ground one at a time
Hoping to find solace with in rhyme
Dusting myself off
Exclaiming a lie
"I'm fine…"
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