WARNING: themes of past suicidal thoughts
A poem inspired by a song and my own experiences
You are in our homes. You are in our beds. You are in our hands. I only hope, you have not infested our brains. For there, I hope is still electricity free.
Whimsically absurd internal examination of man and his historically uncanny inability to rise above himself ... Justly setting Woman on her intellectual plateau, having never a finger waved. My poor ...
WARNING: themes of past suicidal thoughts
A poem inspired by a song and my own experiences
You are in our homes. You are in our beds. You are in our hands. I only hope, you have not infested our brains. For there, I hope is still electricity free.
Whimsically absurd internal examination of man and his historically uncanny inability to rise above himself ... Justly setting Woman on her intellectual plateau, having never a finger waved. My poor ...