Intake Makes Creativity Free - Poem by Barlot ...
The walls turned into hard drives of data
And green permeated my sight
If there wasn't intake that night
Then nothing would have been.
All I saw was motor oil and mischief
And boys with girls with bare midriffs
But nothing was or would have been
Without tripping on the Robitussin...
I drank from filth without warning
The storming outside was not even regarded
Until that one broke my heart and...
Ran back to his land for his own party
Am I sorry? I doubt it's like such
I took too much, yes, but life does too
Is Do drains my thoughts
Make me high
Make me high
But if that's reality while it's occuring
Then outside the box, is it real?
To feel sensations like I did that eve
Makes you perceive entirely too complex
And want to leave this marketing vortex
I am alone, a collection of molecules.
The tools around know now what I do
But call me close minded for not being them?
It's been said before-
By Bukowski and me-
Eternally repeated in philosophies...
Drink your pot liquor and cover it with grease
When the lease is up, move again
When the life is up, shoot once then...
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