I am the ten tonne skeleton;
The back bone to the superficial
And the mandible of the world
The thicked skulled lover to money and greed
The coxis bone to everybody else
I am the humerus of the seriousness
And I am, America.
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The Neo-Bipolar
PoetryIm actually terrified to share this stuff with you all. I struggle with a lot of demons and really just need the support and superficial attention that I lack. This is continued poetry from bipolar poems, just a new me, some newer thoughts, feelings...
