"davidlloyd" poems
'm sitting in my pared cell, rotating in my silent hell,
nobody visits me,
the door is locked and I have no key,
I only came here for a little rest,
but then they started their little test,
they strapped me to a strange looking bed,
then sent 10,000 volts
charging through my ****** head,
it was after this the little man came,
he reads the meter
the electric meter in my brain, we have to play his game
for at least an hour,
or he threatens to switch off all the power,
they call me patient no.10,
but my real name is ken,
no I think my name is joe
and I'm moving very slow,
no I think my name is jack,
and my jacket is not slack,
& the arms go round the back,
and there fastened up with strap's,
the clock has a face
it's allways looking at me,
it also has two hands but not one
finger can I see,
I lied i haven't got a clock,
but I can make all the sounds
tic tok , tic tok , tic tok, tic tok,
written by
DAVIDLLOYD o.w.
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 4:29 AM UTC
A gathering girl
Walked through the garden of confusion,
Gathering blooms into her basket
Before they are lost And wilt into defusion,
Leaving behind Those that bare thorns,
For these are the ones
that greet you with horns.
written by
DAVIDLLOYD o.w.
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC