Another Symptom You are the bitter To my saintly Sultry sweetness The lock And swap of spit Between her plump ruby lips And mine My saint of a wife You... And you see? Theres the disorder Mind on straight and narrow Single track Flow uninterrupted Then From the far Deep dark Corner of the room A lone cricket Sings his fiddle of a song And... BIGGITY BAM!!! The jagged red brick Collides with my grey matter The revered frontal lobe And this god damned Four letter word And... In god we trust Emblazoned upon the top Of the back Of this hundred dollar bill Federal reserve bill This flacid piece of Promissory note Cotton paper So worthless... The barter system Of folding paper For goods... In my peripheral vision This fast moving Wooden Louisville slugger Dents my temple Personified by A.D.H.D. Dont forget folks... Fresh hot popcorn And assorted soda and candy... Be sure to take full advantage Of our squeaky clean Facilities During our 10 minute intermission... My break from reality With the constant Racing thoughts Zoned out Emotionless Stone cold glare (Of a man, un-medicated) Lips quiver And Confused, introspective look (Yet another symptom) The zombified stare Of a man With a mind Non-tranquil Unknown Author
Posted on: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 05:00:57 +0000