The helmet fell off my head
Brain washing never worked
Typewriters clicking away
This place frightens me
Never fully understanding
How people function
I must have missed a lot
Not ever bouncing a bouncy ball
I haven’t spoken
Thought for myself
Or smelled the “flowers”
All I smell is nail polish
This is my biggest mistake
Letting them fry my brain
Like over cooked yellow rice
The helmet finally fell off
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