Laughing Gas

Hypothesis

 

 

 

 

..Teased & Ridiculed was only comical, with Emoticons repeating a smiley face, whereas his livelihood met Raggedy Ann, as plastered sexually in a Dolly Case, A moment of silence, Pause! to catapult his stage performance as tears sat Idle, from the same implications dissolving fame, to Hop-scotch a Punchline as Vital, Now kicked from the Brown side Exit, while his pores drown hurt into a Puddle, collapsing with both knees planted, inverted a devastation to getaway in Shuttle, Sadly, this was no laughing matter, to be homeless gimmick aimlessly of Misfortune, as his friends were only outward belches, with whiskey lips toward a Kiss of Extortion, So he stumbles down inevitable pavements, groaning weary beneath to reveal tracks, as his tangerine shoes extinguished Hereditary, flapped as orange skin to Peal-Back, Meanwhile, his partial rest was effortless, until voices scar "Get a job, you clown!", for his whole life franchised McDonald's, to an infectious logo and Goatee of Frown, Looks! below his humored attire, witnessed a suit to even cards loss impeccable gain, damn a weakling underneath a rented tux, as the cocaine relinquish veins within a Bane, Ooh..a nearby alleyway caught his peripheral, with SUPER villain drugs being his Nemesis, that surpassed a 5-hour energy drink, & rode Legless onto a Red Bull with precise Emphasis! Tragically, each frustrated tear smeared his coconut face as blackboard chalk eventually, as his hair particles tangled into wet spaghetti, yet dyed empty black with hollow density, Even the red nose loss its color of depth, suffocating with mood palettes to drip mucus, with more hours drifting by, a nightfall upon his treacherous mind to compensate a Judas, Out of remembrance purchasing a helpful pistol, before the anatomy corrupted a Funny-bone, flashing backwards from reality, confused being on top or bottom...a Capital I all ALONE, They say facial expressions tells a posture, yet in Living Color cried for the segregation, tilting over with the chamber open, he loaded BULLETS without a PowerPoint Presentation, More soever, we all seem to laugh externally...though cried while hovering a Jason Mask, so truthfully I'm still happy smiling, with no air Fluids to understand my Laughing Gas...

  • Author: Hypothesis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 10th, 2017 08:22
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Tristan Robert Lange

    "With whiskey lips toward a Kiss of Extortion". I love this line! The whole piece reads like a rap song! I love it!!! I could hear the rhythm in my head as I read it! Great work! Thanks for referring me! 🙂



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