Wishful thoughts


Anyone ready to pick my brain
feel my pain
direct how I'm insane.
People don't listen anymore
too much of a chore
heck I kinda snore
listening to a single word
piercing like a sword
but still bored.
And I'm sick of these books
like here take a look
it took
from the good writers
and the bad sighters
and the even wrose fighters
cause we focus on ourselves
tossing our shelves
looking for cookie elves.
But I'll calm my head
end up red
and a bit dead.
Just give up on my story,
before it gets gory,
and be a bit of an unknown allagory.
Remember this society,
forget your soberity,
and die of our anxiety.

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I began to speak, my words just seap. through nimble broken fingers writing whatever pleases with more ease