Genes

Genes

A Poem by Adam Parker
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future , fate.

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Genes that are entangled on my coil, don't attach too soon!
I wish to escape from my fate.
The more I fight it the more I become:
A symbol of hate against people and the world
ones whose blue goes to red, face red, blood red, bed.

whiskey in hand , just a simple pint.

an E cig is both more practical , and less harmful than a cigarette,
A duo- train ticket is more handy than regular singles.
True ....... that
I am Controversial controversial. A need to prove intelligence
An insecurity of thought and mind , not knowing thyself,
self help is makes the self helpless, self help requires extras , people.
seclusion is delusion , go outside And have a solero,
12 hour shifts with no break, quit.
I am of genes , I am nature , I am father , mother , son
Destiny is a myth , nothing is set in stone
Even god is probably stoned, setting things out willy nilly.
Spillage on aisle three , clean it up Keith
Bus crash into a building , sorry Ignacio,
Destiny is an anarchical as god ripping a bong
You don't know what's in the crystal ball , so let it go , let it fall .

© 2017 Adam Parker


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Added on March 25, 2017
Last Updated on March 30, 2017
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Adam Parker
Adam Parker

Leeds, United Kingdom



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I'm Adam,I'm 19 and I live in leeds, England. I like writing poetry/ screenplays. Please give me feedback xxx more..

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