WormsA Poem by Annalisa (Marujuust)March 27th, 2022I think I’m getting tired Of still setting fire To their plastic attire And inventing liars Out of none who conspire Looking around for years With my head up the rear So I avoid being steered By my s**t-covered fears And all their brown-nosed careers So I'd never thought I’d see Growing on a real tree An apple blossom for me That failed to wilt or flee Absent from conspiracy Afraid I’ll just turn my head To the pink bleeding red And the petals being shed And my eyes have misread That the ink is really lead I’m feeding my fixation Of false degradation And clinging to starvation But can’t find cessation Without any taxation I’m tired of being cold And always being sold To my illogical molds And would rather be sold To his unquestioning hold
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Added on March 27, 2022 Last Updated on April 21, 2022 AuthorAnnalisa (Marujuust)abcdefghijlkmnoporridge, EstoniaAboutI don't know what to say here. I really like music. Alice in Chains, Nirvana, Soundgarden, Jerry Cantrell and his solo stuff, Tad, The White Stripes, Local H, MCR, a lot of stuff. I guess that's all .. more..Writing
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