At a moment it occurs to me that I am absolutely brilliant, and at another an absolute dunce. Sometimes for absolutely no reason at all.
I’ve been smoking so much weed that it almost seems as though I’m beginning not to like it. And how can such a thing be true? Marijuana, whose very name mentioned brings me inexplicable delight – and still! – is now to me becoming sickening. What do I even do with that, or make of it?
Hiding under the covers
Under, the covers cover the
Coward cowering beneath the
Frock of his mistress, escaping his fate.
Escape the fate or stay prisoner
Trapped in the closet of lies and hate
That you discover
Sentenced for life to die in the flesh
Reason unknown or none
Hiding amidst the clouds of smoke
Under the covers covering your tracks
– No, not hidden-
Erasing the traces of your existence
Hiding under the clouds in plain sight of the Sun
Blinding light illuminating the heavens
Casting flames to the down below
-No that’s wrong.
Hiding in the cloud’s cover from no one
Caring nothing, conscience keep.
The fate of suffering borne by the true
The culprit escapes
While you your quiet keep.
So I am
Hiding under the cover’s covers
Drenched in the sound’s cloud (cloud’s sound)
Several steps at a time taking
To emerge at the end
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