Cartoon
I am a cartoon
Spawned out of sedatives,
And the undressing of social ghosts
From another era,
A misplaced shadow
Picked up by his brain
And placed into the grey
The black and white mingling
With the coolers of evergreen grass,
And sunshine
Only on days beyond the pale
The programmed moments
To feel human
Soon the eclipsing,
Back to the litter
The polluting of liar’s kisses
The youth that have regressed
From freedom to greed
I am a cartoon
All eyes wanting a joke,
You have become the joke
Smiles are for the pretty,
The handsome
The crooked money ticklers &
The sensual succubus
Teasing you into a melting,
Staining thought
Restraint, your control
Faceless,
Soul non-existent
Your mouth dry,
Drawn on
By the hedonistic mystery of power
You are tattooed in –
The rust of their hearts
All eyes are fake, to you
Their spinning, dancing words –
Are dreams, to you
When they move by you
Fast like a motor’s hum
Trying to inject their life,
Inside your bubble
Puncturing the ink from my skin
They are annoying, to you
I am a cartoon
Murdered from the loving,
Peaceful world we knew –
Many vastly shaded moons ago –
And placed into this,
Whatever this is?
The unknowing,
The apprehension,
The reality
Placed into the soil to resurrect mania
Buried into this soil
To alleviate trusting
A cartoon always wonders
If they’ll make it –
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