Sermon of the Seagulls
Meditating to release chains from the mind
To glean seeds of peace from the gritty grind
Popping palms of silly pills, called blue tranquility
But the side effects were chilly waves of instability
On a magician's couch, chatting with a flock of PHDS
For $$$ down, I found they had less feathers than me,
Searching gilded pages for the harps of peace and truth
Ended up cock-a-doodling in a broken-down chicken coup
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2018
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