Life as the EnemyA Poem by Space Enema
Life stinks like lit cigarettes
I ache for sleep and emptiness Maybe I'll rest a century Find a dark place and build a nest Right now life is killing me Society's the enemy I hear my name called constantly Just shut your mouth and let me be People tend to rub me wrong I try to dodge the writhing throng Of empty headed idiots That drag me down and drag me along I need some space so I can breathe, Somewhere I can find reprieve Death may be my friend some day But suicide is not for me (2X) Life is not what's killing me Society's the enemy I hear my name called constantly Just shut your mouth and let me be © 2017 Space Enema |
StatsAuthorSpace EnemaAboutThe prophet of the space enema comes forth to tell the masses to cleanse their minds and think for a change. He's also a Reiki master. more..Writing
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