The man is on a never ending journey.
Can't see the end, can't see the beginning.
Can't be trusted, the man is a phoney.
Deluded by intensity, he thinks he is winning.
Perception. Delusion.
His life is so confusing.
He's winning, not losing.
Can't tell who he's abusing.
Ended with infusion.
Life's an institution.
Established by intrusion.
Privacy's protrusion.
Ain't nothing left,
but using.
Don't Give In.
Don't Give Up.
Life's worth more.
You gifted cuts.
But that ain't getting to me.
I back you up.
You dress me up.
The front is but an open circus.
You schmooze me up.
And use me up.
The front covers up the nervous.
About the Creator
MaxwellJBanks
I am but a struggling poet with much to say, and an outlet that will make your day.
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