Look at him, standing at the bus stop Looks like he finds it interesting. I know he likes to be outside But the bus is forever late. There’s dirt in every city and in every town In his mind and from his mouth, It pollutes our thoughts and Makes use think against our will Of things unimaginable. He’ll insult us without hesitation He doesn’t batter an eyelid as he opens his gob I think he might think clever thoughts But he seems so simple to me. Could there be intelligent life in his head? Or a maverick impersonation of a former soul? Can’t be! And he tells us quietly “ideas that once seemed like wild hopes are now starting to look like winners. you can put them into words that give you inspiration. intrinsic motivation helps you if you’re true. yes, it’s easier to sort out a relative’s problem yourself, but wiser to do it together!” What goes through his head, runs… Guns blazing, into mine. His wild, white water thoughts, crash Through my mind, eroding my inner skull and Flooding my brain, no endBirth sign: Aquarius
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