PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

You get up on stage with your serpent mic at hand
and you give us a 30 minute show 
We all paid our entrance with no remorse
At least we get what we paid for
One day after the show you ask me, what's wrong?
Because you smelled the perfume of a homeless boy
You think I'm confused with no place to go
But it's impossible because you don't know
There's something happening here and you don't know what it is
Do you?

You see people flavoring bullets
Smoke clouds rocking our kids
I mixed some greens in my diet
and now I'm the worst kid
You are the greatest master with a magic stick
You can send us to a better place
Where some burn and others sleep
I choose the third option
Where you stone stoners can't reach me 
But you know? Well maybe not 
There's something going on and  you don't know what it is 
Do you?

Now in your mighty stage you judge the lepers and crooks 
Even an old lady which's son befriended with death
Don't tell me we're at the end of times 
When history repeats itself in mushroom clouds
No more walking shades or flowers in my hand
I tell you what's dead is dead and the shows aren't that great
So don't think you know, because you don't know what's going on
Do you? hahahahah...