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Yolanda Smith Apr 2013
I popped a sprocket on the wheel.
And now their voices fill my head,
With songs and cruel & unusual
What in hell did I Do to deserve this?

I was blessed to have resolve to withstand,
Until they started to manoever me towards the gallows
Had to hold fast and tightly to my belief in peace
To listen for the whispers saying wait for me.

Marched right into my head, and
Started giving orders like they owned it.
Employee monitoring was state of the art.
I warn you, don't make me

Individuals and flibbertygibbets
need their privacy.
You think I'm all fun and games,
But I have a serious dark side.

You say your life is an open book.
We don't thynk you'll ever pass muster.
So let's just rifle thru her head
then dust her.
Their song list Brown Sugar by DeAngelo & Let's Get Married played over and over. Run, jump, do some crack.
Tags:  3rd Quadrant Revisited, mental distortion, techniques, metaphysical spam stories, gelly surf & turf dust, employee monitoring, silly spells, buck bait
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Autisma Mar 20
The evil baby syndicate are trying to avail
themselves of their gregarioiusness again
poindexters pilgramage all go and gaining control gradualy
easy does it, says the father
who, uninspired as he is caring flouts his tracksuit in the sun
crumcling repetition, where is there a data sheet hat will fir in autonomously into my own standards of existence?

there must be more than data....

I am crushed without diazepam and ritalin, and my writing is still in the stages of being panicky because i;m not guaranteed a whenever permanent prescription for it. Halter tops. Joining hands. i have no memory of my comments on gun violence because of the alien living in my body. franchise. bulbasour the pokemon. patterns. heinrich manoever, buttons. loosened. torture. lust. chocolate. *****. nirvana. dumb. television. networking. fat. rolllerblades. first cut to my wrist. gang signs and prayer. juvenile detention. sorry posters. ****. laughter desucked. gone. phone heart. alien attached to it. sauce. peti. not a criminal. seeking justice. loving. Amen God.

This is not  a part of the data, it is a part of overcoming the world of the data system. And it's frequently beyond criminal, often money and power seeking consequences. i just want to keep to myself with diazepam for autism constantly, ritalin for ADHD constantly. And get on with my life the best I can while feeling without -(these legal by the way medications)- feeling paralyzed, fearful, dissociative and stuck and unmotivated and just generally not living my life. let alone to the full, for instance being trapped in a mental hospital without eevn any hope of unescorted leave. well guess what, I don't need it, I need a constant supply of ritalin and diazepam. Poonanny Lord.

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