Laughing To Death
A clown in white suit laughing at his tight boots
Thinking only helps news , connecting to the time zone
We be understanding how time floats
The clouds in the sky are fake news
When the time comes we will be blues
Five mushrooms can kill anyone
In my dreams I’ll become flame on
Facing the man in the white suit will be faked
When it happens it will be too late
Funny joker him too
He’s been dead reviewed
Documents of late will be his fate
The moon is out and he Deserves clout
Destructive thinking won’t get you nowhere
You can’t destroy the unseen night stare
In the motions of deepest desires
He’ll be faced with liars
The liar inside will sit and die
My soul no longer cries no more listening to lies
Your dreams faked running from state to state
Scared of voices put on paper
Digital ways will scare you later
As of now you write different poems
Hoping that they will listen to them
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