in a land where
perversion rules
the wicked mindscape
survival in a visual
jungle..the eyes
is it so that it
leads straight to
the heart..
or is it the soul
of conscious thought
what sparks the neurons
and delites the senses
it's really all
just imagined pretenses
so tell me my friend
what's normal?
the pain we feel..
or try to run away from..
the sin of skin
on the dressing room table..
leave me alone
I'm lonely..
and slightly disabled..
mentally defunct
tax exempt and free
so just sit back
and let me..
confuse confound
and enlighten thee..
on a trip of bitter
cacophony..and an
out of tune sympathy
to delite and entertain
the senses..there's
nothing normal about
society..nothing shared
or gained..just see who
can out last the others
whose to blame..
By Rick Weber
December 27, 2011
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