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Ever get tired of searching in this maladjusted world?

By Bazooka TeachesPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Photo by Vinoth Chandar from Flickr https://www.flickr.com/photos/vinothchandar/4278047231

I'm a zombie walking street rat

And my heart is full of bombs

I'm running away from Sunday’s mass

And I’m the forgotten one with a gloomy stare

I’m searching but, instead, I destroy

Somebody is gotta help me, please

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I want so many toys

My love keeps me afloat

Move out the way now before I explode

I never feel sorry

Neon lights at the end of the night

Happens to be my story

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My fight is keeping me alive

Someone, please get me out of this jive

I gotta save my soul

My baby got me out of a hole

I’m a forgotten piece of meat

Walking in the butcher shop

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I wear cleats

To race to the top

I’m searching but I destroy

Get out of my way you little fucking toy

Let me drop this bomb

On this rusty, sadistic machine

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By Bazooka Teaches

sad poetry
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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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