The Golden Chain

If you acquire a chain, Of precious metals… Mined from the Earth, and wear it around your neck, Only to find out, that it’s fake, So, You swap one link, For that made of gold, is it still not a fake a chain? Still, you don’t see, the green ,tarnish, around your neck.

The Sad Clown

Everyday I paint a smile,Over this frown,Only to have cried it off,By the Sun’s going down, Tying my shoes together,For your sick pleasure,Tripping on over-sized leather,My expense, at your leisure An entire life on the tight-rope,Another squirt of seltzer in the eye,Finally under this big top,You laugh, I fall, I die. Tying my shoes together,ForContinue reading “The Sad Clown”

Habitual Delirium

I uh, wrote this after being some-what homeless as a minor. I had nowhere to stay that night but with some people, who are to-this-day the craziest criminal masterminds I’ve ever met. I was on a lot drugs, that I no longer do at the time I wrote this. An early attempt at symbolism, and writing what my environment was like.

Naloxone Resurrection

Seven needles, overdose me seven times I am his son, with the Holy Spirit I rise For I am the second-coming, believe in me With noxious communion, for thy children I am eternal, in my naloxone resurrection

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