I can only rant when I’m lost.
Wish I could strike the chords
like you guys
or go back to times
when LSD was legal
Nerves on my eyes
just throb
and gut dances nausea
Lost, when no one
really needs some time
to think of death,
live for lies
Aroused in fragments,
some worthless worm
wriggles on
and raises its silly head
Guess where it leads one
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