8 Billion Wards of the States
All 8 billion of us
have mental illness
some
subtly
so
others profound
its a matter of degree
of shade..
some reach out - adapt
become chefs-CEOS- presidents
others curl inward
cannibalize themselves
crapping out
psychopaths
creeping about
raking fangs along
our plump peace cloud...
We've emptied asylums
population at critical mass
somebodies gonna crack
lay twisted neck upon the tracks
derailing society
plucking lives
off the vine
before
they're
ripe
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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