A Twisted Mind Poem by Phil Soar
A Twisted Mind
A twisted mind, a turgid past
What makes this seem like it will last?
And evil spell that's cast adrift
A fart let out in a crowded lift
The demons that infest my brain
Like pilots on an aeroplane
Circling in a darkening sky
And killing time while they pass by
The judgement day is nigh on near
Where chaos rules and nothing's clear
A twisted mind, a short refrain
Until I start this rhyme again
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