The world toppled on a bed
Made of hay
And its people were shocked
At how relaxed it became
Laxed the feeling of confusion
And gauging the worry
Engorging the women with fret
And the men with enamored
Stillness and faux manhood
They are strong (the cherubs rolling eyes)
We are weak (slow clapping from the heavens)
It drank and drunk it became
How laxed has the world had come
How hard it is to gauge the confusing
Make demands of meaning
Engorging with laxed worry
And relaxed death in the arm chair
Of freud
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Labyrinth
PoesiePoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
