"Word's Writing"
Excuse my medication's meditation's rehabilitation.
It's part of a premonition's reflection in God's eyes.
Is society fake and made up of phonies?
The world is full of funny jails where ideas and thoughts are warehoused.
It is here where people kill and fight amongst themselves.
Pull the strings and your shoes will be tied for life.
Times are rough enough without pain.
There's enough pain for us in five minutes to last a lifetime.
I wear diapers on my head and crap nickels and dimes.
Flush letters down the mailboxes and send my dirty laundry through the toilets.
I strike a clock like I strike my head against the wall.
The street's pavement, too.
By Jon Billet - 4.30.13
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