
It starts as a throb in the back of my head Then pulsates its way to my temples As I clinch my jaws My eye starts to twitch I keep wagging my knees I can no longer sit Pace back and forthBiting my nails
Viva la Rebellion
It starts as a throb in the back of my head Then pulsates its way to my temples As I clinch my jaws My eye starts to twitch I keep wagging my knees I can no longer sit Pace back and forthBiting my nails
Before the age of smart phones
Before internet made noise
Before the masses formed their thoughts through copy pasting ploys
We liked who we liked
And didn’t like who we didn’t
I’ve been holding back on posting anything on social media for the past seven months or so. I was debating whether to post anything at all, but since I’m back on my poetry kick lately I guess it couldn’t hurt to write a quick update about where I’m at in this point of my recovery.
Who could ever forget the Sandy Hook massacre? Out of all the alleged massacres in history, Sandy Hook remains the most photo-opped of them all. The emotionless, seemingly unmoved parents and grade-school children who allegedly lost their children and friends to such a reportedly gruesome attack made every effort to ingrain the victims’ faces into the unwitting minds of the masses.
I was thinking of growing shit tons of magical mushrooms and then dumping it into the streets… For FREEEEEE… What do you think? I think it sounds like a great fucken plan… Just think of all the lives I’d save…