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Whiplash
Up,
Down,
Hot,
Cold,
Hell yes,
Fuck no.
I can’t keep up.
Shit is going fast.
Some time it’s real good,
others it’s real bad.
Holding onto my spinning head,
I think I’m giving myself whiplash.
I need some water,
and maybe several seats.
I can’t eat,
I can’t think,
hell, I can’t even sleep.
My mind is going ninety— to nothing.
I’m gonna crash and burn.
Yet, like a moth to a flame..
Here I am again. You’d think I’d have learned.
Fuck yes
Hell no
Down
Up
Hot
Cold
I don’t know, but the shit is getting old..
- Poetic Gawdess
Down,
Hot,
Cold,
Hell yes,
Fuck no.
I can’t keep up.
Shit is going fast.
Some time it’s real good,
others it’s real bad.
Holding onto my spinning head,
I think I’m giving myself whiplash.
I need some water,
and maybe several seats.
I can’t eat,
I can’t think,
hell, I can’t even sleep.
My mind is going ninety— to nothing.
I’m gonna crash and burn.
Yet, like a moth to a flame..
Here I am again. You’d think I’d have learned.
Fuck yes
Hell no
Down
Up
Hot
Cold
I don’t know, but the shit is getting old..
- Poetic Gawdess
Published 16th Jul 2024
Author's Note
Something conjured up in the midnight hour…due to an overactive brain and just enough willpower to fight it….
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16th Jul 2024 7:56am
16th Jul 2024 12:14pm
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- Edited 28th Mar 2025 1:51am
16th Jul 2024 12:46pm
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