The Test
Tube
I fly
because the tones resonate thru’ bones
Lifts my
world to a place that is my zone
Away from
these miserable faces and war
Where
smiles are easy and common sense is fore
A world
of relief from belief
Minds so
free that reason is not viewed as a thief
Look at
the abuse from birth
Discipline
of societal demand and irrational command the curse
Critical
corrosive tongues with stern frowns
Upside
down sacrificial guilt worn like gowns
That rule
within from the age of metaphysical clowns
Cowardice
and fear stretches far, widely bound
Control
freaks and obsessive compulsive piques
Angry
violent streaks common place among the sheikhs
The
whispers of sugar candy are tasty illusions
Exceptions
perhaps, but artificial are the impressions
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