Sitting in the on my conscious, waiting for an attack of nonsense,
To boggle, the society on nonsense, so much to circumvent,  
Politics grit, every genital, binary fluid ***** ***** **** to *****,
They say I'm too raw with it, sprawl against wicked crawls,
Over the eerie, skins of sins, jumped amassed within, grins,
Over the lobby, we still celebrate the kills of Khadaffi,why me,
Placed in a society, quietly, watch the motionless, crest guide me,
Darkness surrounding me, even though its, bright and sunny,
At the same time, grief of chaos, hands over for the same signs,
Wake up, and stop being a design, a grow, a sane mind,