Schizophrenias Temple Ii
I’m well ordered with a control center in my mind
so I only act when I hear each action’s whistle.
What! You said I can rent a castle?
Mama! I thought you were dead a decade ago.
I am an incarnated deity and a divine beast
b’cos a tall shining star just asked me to, with it wrestle.
Do buildings now talk or trees walk?
I hear jungle mammals and wild cats rustle.
God! I deserve life’s pity and nature’s bias
b’cos the hands of my abilities are too subtle.
I so much hate the atmosphere of the streets
it is too scary and lacks the necessary hustle.
Then I stay solitary, reserved and conserved
yet my feelings are persecuted with unbearable thistles.
Giving me enough time to read the epistles
written by the demons of character and personality,
so the stupid doctor lied to me.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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