The Forbidden Zone Poem by GRANT FRASER

Hold on - I keep getting lost
In the forbidden zone,

There's a shape that doesn't
Resemble the one that you hold true,

But I wonder if your not lying...

The forbidden zone exists
In everybody,

We are all poison I'm afraid,

Stastically blind and human
Enough to put up our frightful defences,

What born cowards,
Leeching out to that pitiful existence,

You have a penchant for aiding and abetting,
Can I accuse you of being part and product,

I don't want to hide from my own ugly fizzog,
Let alone yours,


Me - I spit out dead words!

But you uphold the fangs of society,

Collectively...