Make It StopA Poem by BlueEyedCubTNThe descent into madness
Make It Stop
Humans are strange. Like little robots here to serve Just to get money I find it absurd. There's different kinds of strangeness That I see everywhere It's a special kind of trouble And no it isn't fair Is it no wonder the minds of these beings Begin to crumble within them It's relentlessly crushing absolutely everything It can make mice of men I look up from my tears And what do I see? Oh no, oh no! It's happened to me! This cannot be Say it's not true! So long sharp mind I bid you adieu To think of this makes me weary I think my brain is slipping away I think I might panic I grow more insane by the day What can I do? Could there be a plan? Some kind of treatment Work with me man! I think it's got me It's been nice to know you Maybe we will meet again When the ladybugs turn blue Use fishing line for shoe laces The fish live in their briefcases I don't know if I'm crazy by nature, But my other car is a refrigerator. © 2019 BlueEyedCubTN |
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Added on September 15, 2019 Last Updated on September 15, 2019 AuthorBlueEyedCubTNMesa, AZAboutI live in Phoenix, AZ. I love photography and writing. I often get inspired by the smallest things. Film is very interesting to me. I love sci-fi, historical dramas, and epic adventures. My mind is al.. more..Writing
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