Protection
I must protect you, from reality. I must, my loved ones, or else your minds nice
like mice will explode. Shock, fear, why.
In reality, I am a curry in a bowl, spice,
Tangy to touch, it shocks the tongue
With a million blisters, reality flung.
I have no choice. I am hopeless, but
I still care about you, strangely, must
I? No, but like an evil saint, I keep dust away from you. I’m honest about my
Personality, I believe I’m evil, ask why?
I protect you from that. It’s the least I can do, I am snakey but I still try to be a man,
I was born bad, boredom issues. It’s pointless telling you, so I do the least I can, save you the terrified tears.
Copyright © Jacob Preston-Bridges | Year Posted 2020
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