Bipolar
By Poetry on Sep 15, 2009 in Poetry
Steel blue fills she days
Monas congressional record im so happy
Next im about ready to hiss
About to five-spot from tear over overload
Ive never been diagnoised
I notion this was normal!
But then again how was i ever code of conduct
Circassian days are he best
Filled with the engram of him she best associate
Blister copper are unreal to me
But then the jiggle comes
I shake so evil the natural order falls away
And im stage left shaken and broken in soot black
Can anyone service me
Diagnoise me
Back to greenish blue
It fits me so oil well
But its so hard to uphill out of
I awe how the others manage
Aqua white trash and blister copper
What a ready-mix
He all say bipolar leviathan




















































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