What tha Heck? - milliecat@msn.com

STOP THIS CRACK
. . . REALITY LACK
GRASP IT ALL
. . . AS I FALL
DOWN THE PIT
. . . IMAGINARY GRIT
UNDER MY NAILS
. . . MY BRAIN ASSAILS
TRACE LUCIDITY
. . . WITH STUPIDITY
FEAR TO TRUST
. . . LOYALTY SANS DUST
AFRAID TO BE
. . . THIS THING YOU SEE
I AM TOO WEAK
. . . FOR WHAT YOU SEEK
I AM EVERYTHING
. . . THAT IS NOTHING
ALL THAT I FEEL
. . . CANNOT BE REAL
ALL THAT I KNOW
. . . IS WRETCHED WOE...

miracles
. . . oracles
. . . . . . gross
. . . . . . . . . morose...
Speckled corpses grope,
Putrefying hope.
Looky, looky, little beetle;
Little buggy boo.
Skitter, twitter, flutter, flitter.
Reality eschew
. . . Get out of my hair
. . . . . . Get out of my ears
. . . . . . . . . Get out of my brain
. . . Get out of my lair
. . . . . . Get out of my fears
. . . . . . . . . I'm plenty insane.
Eaty, crunchy itty insect;
- Small sublime survivor.
Feeding on faux intellect
- Cute crusty conniver.
I am a pain, deceit, neglect,
- Dregs and doldrums diver.
A stinking, rotted zombie wrecked
- Would be far aliver.

millie