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My Jury
An hour of administering impressant..
Follows the next with a depressant..
THE DEAD TELL NO TALES
Completing a consistent twenty four hour cycle..
A food chain?
Life or a food web cycle..
Call it..
By chance I survive by some miracle..
Know this, in what I do, I am being a hell of an actor..
Neither the act..
And fuck the fact..
This is a factor..
Persistent bipolar disorder..
Stranded in a land of thunder..
Oh!..
You well aware Alice we are well outside the realm of wonder..
Something concrete building inside my head like the bricklayers reaching the linter..
One in town..
In chess a pawn?
I am not your whistle blower..
Nor is this a ringer..
Still alive am just so very lucky..
It doesn't sound funny..
Like Oliver I'm so hungry..
Going with the famous request;
My throat is sore..
"Please sir, I want some more" .
Dear Jury,
Or should I say bullies?
Nobody can have a clue..
As to what is my motive..
Reaching a certain point..
Muscles twitching I can feel it in my body joints..
The pills..
Abnormal range..
In what I engage..
Everyone's can notice I act strange..
Whether a complainant or a defendant..
My shell's not a hell..
A shield's how I use my shell..
Are you one among any of my jury..
I don't care your verdict..
Nor my affidavit..
You are not so lucky..
Yours
Mollusc Man
Signed
Follows the next with a depressant..
THE DEAD TELL NO TALES
Completing a consistent twenty four hour cycle..
A food chain?
Life or a food web cycle..
Call it..
By chance I survive by some miracle..
Know this, in what I do, I am being a hell of an actor..
Neither the act..
And fuck the fact..
This is a factor..
Persistent bipolar disorder..
Stranded in a land of thunder..
Oh!..
You well aware Alice we are well outside the realm of wonder..
Something concrete building inside my head like the bricklayers reaching the linter..
One in town..
In chess a pawn?
I am not your whistle blower..
Nor is this a ringer..
Still alive am just so very lucky..
It doesn't sound funny..
Like Oliver I'm so hungry..
Going with the famous request;
My throat is sore..
"Please sir, I want some more" .
Dear Jury,
Or should I say bullies?
Nobody can have a clue..
As to what is my motive..
Reaching a certain point..
Muscles twitching I can feel it in my body joints..
The pills..
Abnormal range..
In what I engage..
Everyone's can notice I act strange..
Whether a complainant or a defendant..
My shell's not a hell..
A shield's how I use my shell..
Are you one among any of my jury..
I don't care your verdict..
Nor my affidavit..
You are not so lucky..
Yours
Mollusc Man
Signed
Published 30th Jul 2021
| Edited 31st Jul 2021
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1st Aug 2021 3:50am
This is such brilliant writing my Nigerian King... You display the core of your poetic musing in very good taste, you always give the readers a message to ponder, or the raw intensity of yourself without excuses, which I can favorably admire..
Good morning to you and please enjoy the remainder of your weekend..
Good morning to you and please enjoy the remainder of your weekend..
1st Aug 2021 4:24am
I'd love you without any excuses talk less of other things in my surrounding my adorable queen. As always, thank you for taking the time for reading and commenting. How's work over the weekend? I wish you a memorable Sunday love.
