Well, fellow stinging malarial insects
They really chloroformed us this time
You got the latest stats, Buzzer?
Check, Bleeder: Read 'em and weep
3,400,000 dead; 1 wounded
Just a minute, there, Buzzer. One wounded?
That's right, Bleeder. Critical condition too
What's this weirdo's diagnosis, if I may ask?
Check, Bleeder. Doc says he was OTAA on-arrival
And just what is OTAA?
Over-the-anthill-anyway, sir.
Check, Buzzer... He gone!
It's the residue from the gunshot that you aimed right for my heart. See it ricocheted, backfired, meaning another false start…
A reissue of rhetoric accost the poet's you adore, so if acceptance is temperance then uneasiness no more?...
Do you remember that time we rode across your kitchen floor, clinging to a chloroformed kleptomanic repose, yet never in danger of being fully exposed, so we dined all night on a third and fourth course....just another case of the tail wagging the horse!...
When I held you in my arms I always felt you needed more...
See, we were allinged by chance, prepackaged romance, rinse repetitive repeat, another day, another week, who the f**k is winning in this game of hide and reep?...
I'll sow the seeds and water your fledgling soul, never once asking a suture for my own sterile self control…An awareness of sorts that our haves creates holes…
Acceptance is temperance then uneasiness no more, still when I held you in my arms, I could never see past my own sores…
Hello, Skeptical Mind Controlled
I dance in the pale moon light
under the devils nine delights
he watch's me play without a care
under the technical deceit of mind bending needled wear
You many be a skeptic
so the devil laughs
but he will put your blind at easy
no need, to pay (PRAY) to God
you have already prayed (PAYED) to me
without your consent
i have place a many of agents
to pump your den with many unscented things
called incapacitating agents
OH! do not think i do this just for fun
this physiological warfare
is a means, to a money making end
to which your hole (WHOLE) family
can join the hell on in
you look so at peace when, your at sleep
and my minions sing chloroformed lyrics to your many of dreams
then your heart is mind (MINE) and i control you
so what the first thing i will make you do!
Destiny
Sordid, shoddy succubus
Culled consciousness
Mottled, beguiled muse
Hungry for hope
An eruption of erudition
To be showered with praise
Cleansed pride
Chloroformed strife
Where dreams tease unkempt hair
And eulogize tear stained verse
Sacrificed on stripped oak altars
Trembling hostages of insatiable sermons
Sterile sunrises
Mourned by cramped, fertile fingers
I pray to my paranoia of invasion
Voices
Viscid footsteps
Shadows of salvation
Which pass without query
Again
Chortling echoes of obtuse obituaries
As I lie shackled to tomes of obscurity
Tortured
Starving
Undiscovered
Dead
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