This poem is about false PR leaks and things of that nature. More specifically I believe I wrote this in relation to the time I was blacked out drunk, did drugs, and went around telling probably about half the crew (at least that is what they tell me.) I pretend that it was not my intention to "get in trouble," but in all reality some portion of my mind decided that I could no longer endure my suicidal lifestyle.

Echos

did i tell you the excitement

exitement did

did i tell you of the

of the things it did

please dont

tell anyone

or please tell

everyone

this news is secret

and so is the fact

i want everyone to know

this is advertisement

but nobody knows

my subtle maniputaion

that brings this to your eyes

or how it will affect your future

openly hides as

i wear a disguise

 

Poems of depressing frustration