Evade The Spiderwebs. Awake. A Lucky Renegade.
Wade Through Circuits & Such. Grim. Of The Machines That've Took Over.
Sober Remedied By The Final Swallow Of The Quart On The Floor.
Wh*re N Mind, So Satisfied, I've D.R.E.A.M.ed Heavily On Her Big Ol' H.E.A.V.E.N.ly Behind.
Underlined Atmosphere: Beautifully Rainy Day Of This Most Miserable Year.
Clear Head Comes As I Intake My 1st Long Menthol.
Steel Pistol Now From Under My Pillow & N Sight.
Night Of Sublime & Supreme Morn Sitting On Me Quite Well.
Pull From My Smoke Adrift Inside Casual Regard.
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Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 13th, 2022 00:51
- Comment from author about the poem: More Movie Than Comic, This Out.
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 8
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Comments1
sadly, this over me head
legacy
of that limited intellect..
still I really liked your lines
especially that first one..
indeed
'I have high regard
for your Renegade'
ways..
thanks for sharing, dear poet
lol
Thanks Much, L.B. Think: A Cyborg Of The N.W.O. That Has Already Fully Taken Over. Stay Mellow, My Homie.
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