Mental Suicide
“Thinking is difficult, that’s why most people judge.” ― C.G. Jung
You’re On My Television Station
In My Home
Invading My Radio Vibration
With Your Verbal Syndrome
You’re In My Face
Like It’s The Inquisition
In My Space
Giving Me A Mental Condition
You’re In My Newspaper Print
Empty Words To Fictionalize
Standing On My Front Step
To Evangelize
Stop The Preachers From Preaching To Me
With All Their Sinful Lies
Stop The Politicians From Screaming At Me
Trying To Run My Life
You’re Talking For The Gods in Heaven
Making No Sense At All
Open Your Mind To Their Lessons
And Leave Me The Hell Alone
You’re In My Government
With All Your Conservative Lies
Wasting My Money And Time
With Your Corporate And Racist Ties
You’re In My Bedroom And My Life
Like A Childish Little Spy
Telling Me What Is Holy And Right
Just Wanting Me To Multiple
Stop The Preachers From Preaching To Me
In This Religious Homicide
Stop The Politicians From Screaming At Me
Giving Me Mental Suicide
This poem was written for all the people that get fed up from right wing politics and religion being shoved into our public and private lives, making more and more rules and laws that no one wants or votes for.
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Sherrie D. Larch
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