Shit rant poems

Screaming but to no avail

By absolute jinkies I wish I could dream the words I think and think the words I scream just once more

To make it easy on me

The young old

Dumb

Fumbling but trying

Soul

That I have part ownership over

However when I speak out

Being heard is what I pray and

Gravitate towards

Yet

I seem to just narrowly pass it

Hopefully though

Soon enough I'll see the exit

To the bad juju

Or

Entrance to sense

Either one

Can't come quick enough

At this particular time junction

So

Mush mush

We have time and so many other things to lose

Fucking christ its like I'm stuck in a well down over here

Only the godlike figure that we think to

Is the prayable figure who can save me from having this

As a permanent fixture