Becoming blatantly obvious by each second,
An insane world, no wonder I was sectioned.
Is it Margot Robbie, Samara Weaving or Emma Mackey?
Were they all manufactured in the same factory?
Jamie Foxx left hospital and his head tattoo was gone,
Most question nothing, forever casually just plodding on.
Attack of the clones, replacements have no soul,
We're brainwashed goldfish in a spellbound bowl.
-
Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: March 18th, 2026 11:13
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 34
- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
Offline)
Comments3
Lord keep me out of the public eye. A lovely write
Haha yes, thank you.
You are most welcome
Oh I dunno, they're all made out of wood anyway - wooden acting! lol.
Lol.
Shaun, that line about “brainwashed goldfish in a spellbound bowl” really sticks. It’s sharp, almost absurd on the surface, but it lands with weight. That image lingers and says more the longer it sits. Nicely done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks pal, impressed myself with that one too lol.
LOL! I know the feeling. Most welcome!
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.