Suburb Poem by Harpa Andrei

Take a ride 12 to 6
7 days trough the mountain
Of disarray, of disarray
Lose control of your mind
Blushed signal as I shoot with light

Sex without love’s like love without sex
Sanitize your dirty thoughts I might

Cast off my fantasy’s illusion
In your delight to confuse
I hate all this time wasted
Outside of you
Bear with me the moon
Insanity calls for your fall
In my play no one can blame
Me, that I cannot be tamed