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A poem about a girl and her drug. Another Psychoti
Mortal Jen
(Revolution)
Disillusioned.
Reconfusioned.
Always biting.
Always hiding.
Brain wash victims.
Hug them kick 'em.
Hug them and kick them,
And love them and leave them,
But believe them.
You can't want to love me.
You can never want to stay.
Wallow while we do not realize,
I don't want you anyway!
Drop out. Plug in.
Let's see what's on.
I bla bla bla...
The problem's gone.
Just say no;
It doesn't work.
She hides inside,
A soda jerk.
And hides and loves and laughs and sings,
Vicarious to everything.
I'd love to leave her never I deceive her cleavers on her wings.
Hello.
...
Hello.
Hello?
Hello!
Hello!
HELLO!
HELLO!
HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
WAKE UP!
(She killed herself with a fine point gun
and forgot to pull the trigger.)
GET UP NOW!
(Although alone she sits upon
her house she bought with bricks.)
TALK THE TRUTH!
(She whispers loudly narrow thoughts
she best display.)
REVOLUTION!
(A hidden ghost she doesn't want to go away.)
...go away...
...go away?
Go ....... NOW!!!
Armies love to march and trample daisies in her head,
So this young girl destroys the world's fresh gardens made of lead,
And makes more armies. "She makes armies," like the funnies said
I don't know. Entrapped in snow, I think she's better dead.
Her road is coming up to judgement
Purgatory's on the side,
And she will find out much to late,
If golden rules she won't abide.
And I can see inside her walls she builds up,
Maze of jungle green,
So many lines are left to read,
As said they must be seen,
Because the demons can't distinguish,
And the good one's never die,
But my omnipotancey forces,
Cannot push her to the sky,
And seven cities stand before her.
Seven more lay just behind,
While banshees creep up from below her,
When she can't make up her mind,
Because her mind is full of phobias,
Of truths she's got to find,
The real road runs between her,
'Cause there ain't no other kind.
And I think someone should push her,
Down the line to find the time.
I see my melody manipulates,
A dream I thought I was mine,
But I don't know if I help her,
All I know is gonna end and be just fine.
Even if the sign ahead say's they don't want her,
She'll always be welcome,
And everything's okay.
Michael D. MerrickX-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X
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