behind closed doorsA Poem by Jay Baileymadness
close the doors so they can't see
out of sight, out of mind for me we do our best self destruction behind closed doors turn on drones, swallow pills wait for something wild to happen the only thing that makes it go away is the same thing that makes life go away its written in our code to destroy ourselves so who am i to judge 50 million elvis fans can't be wrong you'll miss them when they're gone but never appreciate them while they're here they've taken all the real life out of the world anyway everything is in boxes with plastic screens designed to lock you in your head and distract you from the blood at your feet we aren't all the same, even if we want to be we may all be connected, but we have different agendas trim the fat, sell the weak, build a throne from bones of conquered foes alexander the great big pile of s**t trying to chase his fear away by bullying the world caesar pulled from his mothers belly cause his ego was too fat to fit through a vagina power corrupts, poverty decays we all go down the same you sold your soul before you could even feel where it was in your body by then it was too late buy something nice © 2016 Jay Bailey |
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1 Review Added on June 12, 2016 Last Updated on June 12, 2016 AuthorJay BaileySyracuse, NYAbouti tend to be a loner, distracted in crowds. cursed with being tall while feeling small in my head and wanting to be able to hide but i stand out too much. active musician, horrible misanthrope, quiet .. more..Writing
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