Appendages
Appendages
They grow up in wardrobes
in their place of coat-hangers
and are left to develop a certain comfort for
dark uniform closed door spaces
Occasionally the light of day
on a whim may grant them praise
and flaunt their curiosity
isn't it so sweetly so amusing
So like me some may say
as scratching chalk on blackboards indoctrinates
and be like me and be like them
otherwise coat-hangers might begin again
And so full to the brim on loves fasting
they enter the void of meaning
and upon their shoulders trails a hangman's noose
better get better or you will lose
Everything
To recognition born as puppets
repeat the same or suffer the consequences
be like me and be like them
otherwise coat-hangers will begin again
It had a mind-gasm once
so much so it scared everyone else
and under padlock stabbed the curiosity
and denounced it as being nothing like me
A child becomes the anarchist
or an individual to conformities target
the appendages of society
yes, they grow in wardrobes
In their place of coat-hangers
and are left to develop a certain comfort to be found
in scratching chalk on the blackboard walls
of a wardrobes dark interior
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