Little Old Anoetic Me - Poem by adam foster
Bored bored that’s what I am
To be a mouse or too be a man.
To give it all up.
Or to hold on tight.
I am losing this fuked up fight.
I could be a movie star. A singer. An athleat.
All I have to do, is act to, sing to move my feet.
I can be all that I am.
To be me is who I am, all I can.
I want some feeling, some thought, some love.
But im constantly pissed on from below and from above
I want some peace, I want some quite
This is my life, I am the pilot
I need the thoughts I need the prays.
It keeps me sane when no one cares.
I need my mind, I need my sight.
To make sure that whaat is so is safe and right.
I need the grass I need the sea.
All these things, belong to me.
I am the moon the sun the stars.
I am the face behind the bars.
I am the one you did not see.
I am the one. That is just me.
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