Genuis Poem by RIC BASTASA

what resents fame and charges you more interest on pain
and bitter with time

the pills cure only for a while
almost at all times it places you on a reversed gear
and you love
when everything is bumped with your rear

it magnetizes everything ore-like
and pulls you finally on the verge of despair
and you appease the tremor in your mouth
with a bubble gum

it triggers you to a shapeless space
in eternal illusion