Corroded Muck
A poem wrote about ten years ago. I hope you enjoy it.
I watch everything blow up with a dark gloom
Everyone, parading zombies walking on
Headed down to an eternal doom
Waving our flags that block our sights
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Get ready for an everlasting fire
Wooden marionettes dancing in deep dire
Smile and laugh while in disguise
Eyes, however, never lie
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It all seems like a big giant joke
What are we going to do?
What is the punch line you dope?
Just go to sleep and become goo
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Blindfolded by a cliff with the wind
Don’t know if I’m going up or down
In the end, let’s hope that we can sing
Else, we gonna forever frown
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It seems like a big giant hoax
What are you going to do?
What is the meaning to all our moans?
Just go to sleep and wait for the big fool
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By Bazooka Teaches
About the Creator
Bazooka Teaches
A regular Joe that is just surviving the struggle. Loves to write and is constantly fighting the forces of evil.
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