Sick of fake niceties,
Trying to stay calm and look at trees,
For no man shall I bow to the knees.
Forever searching for elation,
Earth is covertly a slave station,
Always good to see the Sun.
Who dropped a sleeping bomb?
These thoughts still weigh an unseen ton,
Another walking into oblivion.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: May 26th, 2024 01:38
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I journeyed into oblivion. I watched 'Eastenders 'for a week. I've not recovered yet! lol.
Not surprised lol.
Imagine you are a prisoner. Will you choose 20 extra years inside, or a week of watching 'Eastenders'? lol.
Who are these people who write - and so-called act - in these shows?! heehee.
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