asylum graffiti
i don’t like myself, like you don’t, like yourself.
enough, is it enough? too get along.
i will tell you a story, you’ll tell me I am wrong.
i don’t care about cycles, or bicycles, or odd tricycles.
horny horned horns, announce niether a whisper or a song.
how much more does it have to become, to be beyond?
we are the best species to rationalize or get gone.
empty, null, void, and particulary, contrary.
I don’t like but pay heed to the voice in my head.
i have no one so i am going to name you instead.
pin hopes and dreams with pens and a bed.
contradictatory, to hear the rest of the story,
i don’t like me, like you will never adore me.
we create warnings viciously, humanity,
an anchor always tethered to the sea.
