Strangling Throat Poem by chris bowen

Steer god, never efficient or even in me.the god wall is bouncing thoughts.many taught men have refused you, george bush do, and many more.understand im nothin.this paint, the wheel, the wall.earth.be still my heart.a girl walks by and theres never a chance for a romance.till the beating ends, and dumber people live a life of agony.till the tall wall is over and open, the next one will feel the force for us.major appliance am i, this fleeting force oh so good and reckoned.i bet the force is dead, and god is but a rotting piecing corpse, turning white and unblooded like hes at the bottom of the ocean.remember me dear efficient, it seems the only way.remember the girl that died and the wheel that cried because it never got to play.remember the two of us, holding hands, walking down the beach, not listening to rock and roll.