Fighting dark entities the fuck-up off me,
You can keep them hot drinks, I hate coffee.
Knife Party are banging on my mp3 player,
Feeling things coming, I'm not a soothsayer.
No prophet either but sensing less clock ticks,
Jumped out of the bedroom window quick.
Those intrusive thoughts weren't my own,
Bastards beating my skull in are now gone.
Living through experiences that can't be ignored,
Drones asleep, like when Picard was "Locutus" borged.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: March 31st, 2025 06:58
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Comments4
Fantasy is always an escape and diversion from life's every day. Nicely said
Thank you!
How fantasy is sometimes our only escape, entertaining and enjoyable read
Cheers!
You are very welcome
You know that guy?! lol. I don't.
Jean-Luc? Haha.
Loved this, my friend! Well done!
Thanks mate!
You bet, Shaun! 😊
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