Corroded Muck

A poem wrote about ten years ago. I hope you enjoy it.

Corroded Muck

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


Get ready for an everlasting fire

Wooden marionettes dancing in deep dire

Smile and laugh while in disguise

Eyes, however, never lie


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


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


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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Bazooka Teaches
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Bazooka Teaches

A regular Joe with a peculiar noodle inside his helmet. Loves to write and is constantly fighting the forces of evil.

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