GenesA Poem by Adam Parkerfuture , fate.
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 |
StatsAuthorAdam ParkerLeeds, United KingdomAboutI'm Adam,I'm 19 and I live in leeds, England. I like writing poetry/ screenplays. Please give me feedback xxx more..Writing
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