Today I was thinking of Berlin
I'm back in black in heart and hat.
Funeral dirges pall my beat,
Beneath my tuneless sullen feet.
From the hole in the ground, where my spirit's interred, I crawl out.
An emotional wreck,
Plain crashed.
Black shoes and thoughts of ghouls,
Called them teachers, today in our schools.
Schools for scandalous bullies and vandals.
The crooks of tomorrow, bred on ineffectual rules.
Fed on a substance far worse than gruel.
Dictation of fools.
After school,those days are gone,
The ******'s all dressed in black fire on violence from their toxic pens.
Me and thee and you and I, a gang faking evil.
An underground culture of it's own.
Deep in worlds of darkest words.
Back in black,
Feeling.
Good.
It's great to be weird,
Henceforth I grin through broken teeth,
This sweet poet's back in black.
(c) Livvi