How come, how come
Start up and go numb
Ended up where I've begun
How dumb, how dumb
I'm an acrobat in the line of life
And you've broken the trapeze
I'm not butter, you're not a kitchen knife
Spread me around like a disease
Sit down, follow the master
Stand up, grow anger
Listen up, we're counter-irritants
Apply us, your personal mustard plaster
Get off those blue devils
Decrease these noise levels
Can't hear my own thoughts
Forgot the main plot
Plot twist, plot hole.
Steam coming out of my ears
Got to know my worst fears!
Cheers for that, mate
I'm a helium balloon about to go off
And you're the ones who inflate.
Stand up, conform with rebellion
We're majority now, 99% vs the 1% non-hellion
Sit down, this happens seldom
A repellent to oppression
Orwellian insurrection
A civilized, feelings obsession
Be most welcome!
YOU ARE READING
Necker Cubed Brain.
PoesíaFinished! About: Three-dimensional feelings messing with my brain and with yours too. Take a bowl of alphabet soup and let's drown in there together. Enjoy
