Mental Machinery Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Mental Machinery
confusion stains your sheets at night,
and your strait jacket, you put on like
a christion cross,
so brave,
so tough,
so strong, you turn it on, then off.
they tinker with your mental
machinery, cut the wires that
make you think, and leave
you with your clouths pissed
on,
still your brave,
and touch,
so strong, you turn it on, then off.
and some where in the middle
you sleep.
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