

panacheMy shattered home of broken glass and Television screens Ordains a mass to celebrate my own Celibacy The master bells are ringing and They’re drowning out the singing And I remember killing the bull While ticking clocks that ticked away My pendulums of Impending doom Ticking Clicking Reciting time recounted Repeating with their insolence The certain future kills us But morbid thoughts the likes of these Bring to light My ridicule of all things Of Nazis, Jews, and Helen Keller Mocking still My own attempts at vanity Rehpanache


Math Class NapThe useless droning Of mathematics Symbols and proofs Never to be used Again A light giggle A sigh A rustle and a whisper The furnace Blowing air Then silence The sound of boredom Marching through my mind Assaulting my consciousness “Remember, a square is a kite…” So dull The army marches Led by General Geometry Their battle cry “1/2 the base times the height is the area of a triangle!” We fight My body and the army of sleep A battle has been won But not by me My head goes down I yawn LieuMath Class Nap


Sometimes...we simply can'tsometimes when there's nothing to do you want to change but you don't know what you know how but you don't know what there's lots to change start from the inside out maybe clothing is usually the simplest maybe i don't want to change though maybe you don't want change either but i do know what you want i know exactly what you would like it's not money or a car it's not video games or candy maybe you don't want change but you would like me to change to change clothes that isSometimes...we simply can't
to wear nothing to lay in your bed cloaked in an old rob


Our Last Chancesilently i went into the spotless room knowing no better of the files that lined the wall filled with a mess of lies but masked by moneyOur Last Chance
and plush expensive chairs
you spoke nicely at first offering tea and pleasantries and as you chattered
my eyes wandered to the cabinets full of paper overflowing with secrets
suspicious you grew until the suits surrounded me their ties a tangle of corruption for you also were pressed
primped by perfectionists the very model of their existence but with a mind of its own &nb


My Wonderlandthe sky turns gray as my eyes widen and my lips part revealing a gaping black hole it's Alice in Wonderland again following that white rabbit singing to the flowers drowning in her own tears leaving puddles of grief puddles of blood traveling through my veins swiftly and silently almost as quiet as you poisoning my body like a drugged caterpillar letting loose upon the world turning the sky to gray with your toxic words spoken as sweetly as fairy tales yet as terrible as the Queen herself off with her head off with myMy Wonderland
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