Kids, What Do They Know?
written by: Pablo Guimaraes
@Madmonkey74
Sweaty, sick days on black death
The sounds of mad clowns calling
Shaved ice, ice cream dude, you wanted it
The screaming of missed opportunities
For the record, destruction of psyche
And the lost innocence, brought up to
Kill the last bits of childhood
Reborn into slavery of the green
No wonder you want to kick the can
Ancient of games to explore when they dig
Library of webs, the shape of the mindset
Trapped in screens of emptiness
Poetry has always been a way for me to release the random thoughts in my mind. From high school until now, I express my emotion with words, hoping others may relate.
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