Keep away if you know what’s good for me.
As welcome as the enemy.
Wish there was some way to gag the voices
that order me about like a headless chicken.
You’ve got some front to shout what you shout.
I’ve got no defence to rant what I rant.
To get anywhere, I try to smoke myself out
with a fag that burns out to everything I can’t.
Darkness is the new light at the end of the tunnel
with the earth being blasted and pummelled.
Some luck is on its way
on a scrunched up piece of paper with codes.
that need deciphering by dawn today.
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Author: aprettykettleofpoetry
