The Cukoo Who Flew, The Cukoo Who Blew And Look At That, Had A Clue! Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Poison through every vein
It is the last chapter;
which finally explains
What turned me into this zombie
Absolutely breaking.
Undeniably, one hundred percent Insane.
Tousled mind, broken heart.
You know the story, you comprehend this part.
From the end's beginning,
It initiates
the real START.
I am absolutely drained, in pieces, ripped apart.
I think you put a spell on me
Yeah, I'm just that smart!
HA! What a joke;
lying all pretty and dead, in the show's smoke.
You win, baby, no maybes.
I watch them hand you your trophy,
as I am smothered in this smoke.
My eyes pop from my head,
my throat starts to choke.
I whisper 'congrats, '
—what a magnificent hoax!
I shake your hand before
I take my last breath
Deah, death, death;
from this show!
Didn't I always, sort of, know?
Yes, I knew.
Sweetie, I actually DO have a CLUE.
Look at that—there's a whole cluster of you!
Take me down, down, down.
You all against one single cuckoo.
One who flew, flew, flew.
Not over the nest, but how 'bout right through?
THROUGH I said,
I mean RIGHT through.
Through.
Through.
Through.
I pick back up that Wesson,
and I shoot-shoot-shoot!
You look at me like I've lost it,
and, I say: 'baby
just had to blow one time
yeah, finally
I blew
Blew
Blew.
Now I am good, baby
Now I am through!
You can fly with me, baby,
Let's both fly right through.
Be through.
Let's just be through.'

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