Delerium of Passion
Jesus, back on the trail
Arms flail, knees rebound
Stomach crunched
I've got a hunch to escape
Equipment lodged through my brain
The rotary club
Is not worth fighting
With feet shuffled on pavement
If only, if only
I could speak with meaning
Engage a dialogue
I may not be too prophetic
But continuously lost
Wanderlust, what to do
When only nature
Strives to be honest-
This delerium of man made pain
Driving me into gravesites
Take my bones and rip them out
Utilize all the gristle
Anything is better
Than this hiccup city
Half-way binging on feeding tubes
And colorful plastic morgues
All items stocked on the shelf
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