Propensity To Evacuate by Jersey D GibsonBarred from the finer things,
the lines blur by definition.
But it's all coming in in HD,
and by HD, I mean sensory overload.
I've stopped to smell the roses, you see,
and in the process, got ran over.
Plenitary, or maybe just imaginary,
you had my back the entire time.
Done fell down, can't get back up,
sometimes it doesn't feel worth trying.
Held my breath for such a long long time,
(could it be the fact that I am dying?)
Return to me, or return to sender,
logged-on by the fact of you.
Somewhere between the inch lines,
you thought you had me all figured out.
Neurotic or psychotic, it's all the same,
feeding pills from a pez dispenser.
Numb me down, destroy my will,
my heart's still beating (but I'm not here).
05/04/2008
Author's Note: This came up when I saw a friend on myspace I haven't seen in over a year. Evidently, they let convicts use the internet. (scary). plus, almost got killed by a rocket the other day. its been awhile since that's come up. never do forget the noise...
Posted on 05/04/2008 Copyright © 2025 Jersey D Gibson
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