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The Game of Drive Troy Crazy Part 2

some play as if they are tpoo good for me when they are scum some play as tho they have to kiss my butt and every knows the merry go round that goes rtound and round and round and they criticise and worship and i beg to doiffer as they count how many times i pick my nose and poop and pee so they can throw it in my face all in the name of humanity because in grade school i was suspicious when ozzy osbourne was eating bats and madonna was masterbating on stage and heavy metal acts were commiting suicide on stage i fifgurted Hitler ran the place so i had to see for myslef and invented the game and the rulkes to the game to drive troy crazy oh if only you could see your faces back to the neon ballroom steem will rise back to the neon ballroom and then slide away to whats under rug swept there is hardly any time The game of drive troy crazy and no one seems to care reaching out in the absense of darkness to prove to you im a real life super hero victom social experiment to terrorise youy in your backyard and tghe police wont do anything and neither will the feds so i can turn it all aroundf in the hollywood happy ending and you can all guess again until you know who i truly am Im your terrorist victom of being terrorised wont you help me im terrified terrorising you so they can control you with my fear because fear is contagious otherwise wed have genocide so whats the new object to crave?or who is the new role to purchase? should we rewind the tapes? im justa robot and plastic are my brains

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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