PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

i'm an act against nature
and i'm happy for your failure
how i did it i'll decide
prophetical prophet
i didn't try to deny anything
all this waste of space i attempt to save
and we'll build a monument
broken structure falling into pieces

and none of the scratching
will ever make it go away
it's the itch that always stays
spent on vitamins and lotions

the failure of medicine
to begin fix all my injuries
always snacking on jelly beans
and breaking and crushing the ovaries

your act is all staling
from all of the drugs you're inhaling
and your behaviour is bored and weird
and magic and pleasure weren't
all i spent my time imagining

embrittled and embriodered
with black and white negatives
protecting, perturbing
and milking for all it's worth
but you can never know for sure

singing in rattlesnakes
and marching down and unsychronized
delivering crystals of
varying potency
awakened by ticking
and chiming loud bells that ring
perverted and undeparted
and poised to try to disguise
all of the flesh eating bugs and parasites

all of the magic of medicine
that all fails to impress me
deliberately trying to
deplete your dopamine
there when you promised me
you'd forsake all others before me
and now i end the dependency