Under my hat
I have thoughts
Things kept to me
Things that scare me
Things that drive me
Untold things
Unreal things
Every moment is a question
Every thought an puzzle
Red splashes
and car crashes
As the mind smashes
And thoughts clash
Been told I am not so sane
But what is sane?
Is it swallowing the tripe
Our society spews upon us?
How can that be sanity
It's full of disdain and hate
Sex and darkness
All for the mighty gold coin
So that we might
Buy some other useless toy
Grappling with the darkness
The blood
The hate
The unruly
Thoughts
It all haunts
And twists
And hits deep
What will this reap
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