My mind leaks like a sieve
Releasing all the things I thought I knew
Replacing them with new ideas to lose
My eyes see blind as bats
So not at all
I hear
Sounds
Like a riot
Loud and louder and loudest
Someone misplaced the apocalypse
Again.
I sorta feel like the last two lines should be the beginning of a different poem/story, but I don't know what happens next.
When you're in trouble, you can call
DW.