Armando Gomes


Everyday

I didn’t feel so bad til the sun came up
The light shines on vice and ignorance
a hallucination cast, self-inflicted bad luck
eyes pulsed, mind racing, back tense

empty space with white walls and narrow halls
the stench of simplicity burns rank
Idiocy has large bills from collect calls
half-wits smiling, gods’ cruelest prank

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