Sour sour sour
Blech blech blech
I’m disgusted
When I feel like this
Where to place the anger
Where to go from down
I pinpoint the destruction
I find a tilted crown
Where to place the pain
Like a dislocated shoulder
Have I not been aware
Of this in life before
Adulthood?
These blackbirds do not
Think about these things
This nature does not
Think about these things
Incurable diseases do not
Think of these things
Why does it matter
Just relax and
Let go of the chatter
Mental blah blah blah
What is this madness
Why do our minds
Foot fall aimlessly
Scrambled eggs
Scrambled head
Put yourself to bed
Fried eggs
Fried head
All will get better
Go to bed
© GÄ
Poétique 