Excuse me!
Sir!
You off the street!
Can you assist me in boxing my ears?
Can you pound out the voices,
The ones in my head?
The ones telling me how I should feel?
Cuz I feel like a baby kangaroo.
No I understand
There's no reason to feel this way.
I understand.
But I do
I feel
Like a baby kangaroo
Yeah
One of those.
Blind to the hell they've been brought
Into.
Hiding in the warmth
Of mommas pouch.
But when the time comes
She'll send him south
And he falls head first into
The hell he's been brought into.
Excuse me!
Ma'am!
You off the street!
Can you assist me in blocking my ears??
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Vigilante: Poems Inspired By Punk
PoetryHi. This poem book is called Vigilante. Vigilante: a person or group of people that take law or authority into their own hands. Anarchy A vigilantes best friend. Ok Here's the story. Hope you enjoy. Includes anger rant poems Even ones that have bee...
