"munipulation" poems
He is a beautiful disaster
everyone wants to be a part of his mess
tan skin
jet black hair
a grin like measles
contagious but extremely dangerous
he might as well be wearing a red stop sign
and millions of hazard lights
one touch is all it takes
to be under his spell
munipulation at its finest
i did believe at one point
we could become a gorgeous clamity
the i began to realize more and more
he may not be like the rest of us
in the sense that he knows exactly what he wants
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
the sun my rise in the east
but settles in a final location
the western world
is looking for total isolation
psychic spies from China
tries to steal our elation
born and raised by those who praise
control of the population
pay you surgen very well
to break the spell of ageing
space may be our final frontier
but it's made in a hollywood basement
mother nature treats us well
and brings us devastation
a tital wave can't save us
from this worlds munipulation
could this be the end
of whats called the western civilization
with destruction comes with fear and rage
but breeds a new population
Is this animalization
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC