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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Dark · #1941084
Strange...
Can dogs understand us?
I like to think they do,
Are cats power-crazed Nazi's?
Are we the undermined Jew

Balloons are fascinating
I like to think of how light they are
How they flutter so carelessly into the air
Without nothing, not even a care
From something that was deflated
But given air, it was inflated
I miss my balloon
It flew away on me, do you think it'll ever come back?

Why do cows moos?
Why do chickens cluck?
Why do we really care?
Why even give a fuck?

We ask so many questions
In quest to just fit in
But what is normal?
And what is an immoral sin

I miss my budgie, it died a few years back
Fell off it's perch, had a heart attack
Shit one really, I loved the little guy
Fucking shit one he had to die

Wish it was me who had the heart-attack
The bird had no problems, it was completely fine
I plead for somebody to snap my spine
I miss that bird..

How do we know an elephant never forgets?
We're not telepathic, why do we think we are?
Why do humans feel the need to think they have power
We're insolent little morsels planted upon a rock
Gifted by the balls of our fathers tainted cock

Is there such things as ghosts?
Please i'd like to know
Hanging around on lamp-posts
Pretending to be dead
SHIT. They already are,
I think i'm losing my head..

We use to see the future oh so bright
But now we feel it's blacker than night
A nuclear wasteland forth-coming done
Under the authority of a power so numb
Disgusting bitter people, who think they know so much
They present the poor insects of today with a broken crutch
Telling them to hold on tight to the clutch
Don't let go the trip is bumpy
Things get a little jumpy
Somebody might fall out
So hold on tight
Say good night.

- This poem.
I don't know. My mind has gone to places that I can't fathom to even want to think about...
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