Monday, July 20, 2009
VIRUS
Some silly poem I made titled VIRUS:
Must be a virus
Kind of infectious
Also outlandish
It’s nothing serious
But like a virus
You are so dangerous
And you could kill me
You are outrageous
Your motivation
Exaggerations
You're my addiction
My skewed ambitions
You're hostile to my reality
You keep me in the realm of uncertainty
Overloaded with your creativity
Convoluted lack of physicality
You're an abstraction
A wanted fraction
Of this mundane life
You help me strive
You penetrate
You push and pull
I push you over
Still makes me drool
Propel me up
Just to yank me down
You make me laugh
Just to make me frown
You are so real
Yet so untrue
You are surreal
Don’t have a clue
Stunned with the level of your acidity
You’re nothing but just pure toxicity
Fill all the spaces of my vicinity
So sick of your senseless continuity
I know you’re viral
I just know so
Downward, I spiral
Until I’ll know
Know when to stop
Or moderate
What’s real, what’s not
I’ll separate
Can live without you
But won’t get by
Can tell the truth
Want to tell lies
You are a virus
You are, I know
But you’re so luscious
In my veins, you flow
Wait, I’m confused
Sure you’re a virus
With you, an A+
With none, F-
Labels:
confused,
creativity,
dangerous,
lies,
life,
outlandish,
outrageous,
real,
reality,
surreal,
truth,
virus
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