behind closed doors

behind closed doors

A Poem by Jay Bailey
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madness

"
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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Wow. A lot of interesting points in here that seem to get overlooked by society, it's great to see someone cut through the bs. The imagery was extreme, but then it had to be to really nail home what you were going for. Job well done!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Jay Bailey

8 Years Ago

thanks, i only write when im feeling "it" and that usually means im either angry, sad, depressed, or.. read more
Sean Cairns

8 Years Ago

Yeah, that's when I usually come up with some of my better ideas too. Just that need to get it out o.. read more

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Jay Bailey
Jay Bailey

Syracuse, NY



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i 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..

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