The Effects of Media On a Traumatised Brain
I had the strangest of dreams
They happend in the land overseas
Usually called the land of the free
Even though I have never been
There were familiar people and daddy issues
My father tried to pick some prostitutes
Then puked on my bed
In real life he is a strong christian
Familiar sins , disorders, secrets and bad feelings
My childhood crush was trans sexual
I did her like I Wanted to impress her
Rubbed her dick then did the deed I was Into that
I felt some shame but I am glad it happened
I see no sin in that except the things we do for love
In real life my girlfriend is sleeping cute like a bear
It is so sad there really is no God here
A whole dispenser water bottle was full of Bourbon liquor
Ash on the table it looked like we had a party it was clear
In real life am not even American
Yet My dreams happen in America
Is this just media or am I going to need a doctor
Is it just Netflix plus Pornhub and a dirty crush on Contra
It is just media and maybe I should keep the trauma
Gives me nice poems from a America
In real life it's 2am in Kenya
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