What is stopping me from writing bad poetry?
Absolutely nothing.
War machine
stop like an overloaded washing machine
can't turn
can't burn cities
can't turn babies into bombs
Your Barbie fueled demon sunshine slaughterhouse
Rafah dumpster fire sickening sirens screaming in dead of night
fun house mirrors you see righteousness
capsized in the sea of war
all drunken sailors
high on pillaging
sucked deep into the
dead of night
in the silence
when the bombs stop
and people pray
their headache overloads
the mind
the neurons fire
kiss the earth
kiss the earth
kiss the earth
