Poem by Mitzi Albright
Crashing through the screen door in urgent desperation
I stumble to the ground my brain in liquidation
What made that sound was my investigation
Must be getting paranoid to my estimation
Need to focus my attention on more than fascination
Rid myself of all this trembling trepidation
Sweep myself up and gain determination
Contemplate a newer quest conduct evaluation
Living hard can cause righteous indignation
But I’m determined to survive this population
Things could be lovelier to my estimation
What is the malfunction of my generation?
Papers pipes and bowls cause instigation
Think I’ll quit tomorrow in my approximation
Can’t get high enough to reach my destination
Am I really here or is it just hallucination?
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