Desktop Gods and bathtub mystics. I coined the phrase but, don't understand the ballistics.
The craze.. the phase.. the purple haze clouding my brain.
It all must just be symbolism
Enough to fill a thimble-ism
Of hope and dope and (Sense) to cope.
So, I don't hang myself like soap on a rope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem