Poetry from the Tweet Poop Fart Boop

Belief. Believe. I want to

Believe. I have to believe.

In Gods. Or God. Or the

Buddha. In aliens. And

Ufos. Something. Any thing

To believe in. To distract me

From The cold hard

truth. A bright light.

The promised Land.

Angels. Sentient

Beings. LSD.DMT.

All to distract from

The cold hard truth.

Death. A trillion miles

Away. Out there. Nothing

But blackness. And the void.

Awake at night. Fear of the

Dark. Of the truth.

Life is meaningless.

We are animals.

Consciousness a

Cruel trick.

The illusory self.

Spinning words.

Make belief.

Made to believe.

To follow.

Institutional.

Delusional.

Order.

Decay.

The false dawn.

A summers day.

Flowers bloom.

A leaf falls.

It’s crystal clear.

I am alive.

I have a life.

Some are murdered.

Others are rich.

Dirt poor.

Mansions galore.

Tigers win.

Mice follow.

All this rings

Hollow.

Burp. Fart.

Tweet. Poop.

The Mad One

They say I am mad.

Put me on medication for

My strange beliefs.

ET as my saviour.

Conspiracy theories

A greater truth.

While they kill children

In Palestine. Kill

Babies in Iran.

The mullahs even

More insane. Religious

Murder.

I inject my brain

With beer and pills.

To block out their insanity.

Dressed as humanitarian

Intervention.

Billions of bombs

Dropped on defenceless

Countries.

And I scream for God!

The Buddha!

A UFO!

Please save us

On a placard.

They lock me! Up.

Dress me down for

My insane ramblings.

There are psychos in

The white house!

They eat babies!

Calm down.

It’s all a dream.

Medication to

Placate you.

You’re the one

Who is insane.

Don’t you see

War is like weather.

Murder a cup of tea.

It’s been the fashion

For centuries.

Get in line 1,2,3.

Join up. Here’s a gun.

Die like a hero

Under the sun.

They don’t hear

The screams from

Their luxury yachts.

They push buttons.

Issue commands.

Ruled for centuries.

Darwinian.

Oblivion.

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