Un popped corn,

The delicacy to the frigid lunatic

That once called me friend,

I digest words

That constipate my appetite,

I shall pretend for now,

And let it be called truce behind opened curtains

Let us dwell in the stupidity of perception,

The last i knew of the simpleton

That rocked the bottom

A third of his thoughts were hanged in private

A function preceded by a man of God,

Like murder is sin only applied to the collarless fop



Un structured thoughts,

Sanity and more sanity,

Brainwashed from institutions of learning,

How can we speak logic if our nature gets the best of us?

A decade of sheer ignorance shone the light,

That explains the zygote mindset,

I beg to differ from the donkey or ass

Whose back supports the perishing seed,

Insanity bred from sanity,

Two different minds sharing the same face,

It is the outside that we fathom,

We could care a little less

If we knew that souls wore shoes,





Untie my shoe laces,

Hang my shoes around your neck,

That gives you the right to have walked in my shoes,

Your half baked mind has a place in my past,

Unstrap the last drop of dignity left in i

And my blood still roams the seas,

I see right through you like a glass,

You are the image in the mirror,

The shadow behind me,

Soon you fade from memory

And my pen and pad live on.