When will this suspicion Go into remission? Splitting like nuclear fission Is their miserable mission So they poke and **** Claiming I'm a fraud Thinking they're my god Which seems kind of odd Because they know so little And I know so much I play them like a fiddle Then eat them for lunch For when it comes to raging rhetoric I prove myself to be the better *****
They turn suspicious So I become vicious And treat them like ******* Because all of their wishes Are of being capable witches So they can morph me into a frog Maybe then I'll hope on their log And live the limited life they want But they'll always tease and taunt So my sensitive secrets I'll flaunt To disarm their negative notions Yet that's a never ending ocean
We live in a world of suspicion With a hatred ignition We live in a world that's a prison A world that's sad to envision Where everyone's a guard And everyone is charred By the judge Who throws sludge At the fragile mirror To make hatred clearer
We must break the lawyers' locks And sell their suspicious stocks For when we fear one another We don't hear one another Communication goes Suspicion grows That's the flow While we sit in our vaults Hoping that this halts But it never stops In a world of cops A world that's continually turning While suspicion keeps burning
Can be found in my self published poetry book βIcyβ. https://www.amazon.com/Icy-Andrew-Rueter-ebook/dp/B07VDLZT9Y/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Icy+Andrew+Rueter&qid=1572980151&sr=8-1