Gun to my head

The world is a junkie
and I’m just a monkey
with halo riding low

I want the world to change
but the world won’t kick
left to derange
it don’t miss a trick
blow by blow

a dead-on chill
left for dread
jones a cheap kill
better off bled
slipnot drop
the gun to my head
and neverending no

they tell me I’m mad
but only their drag
inhales the shot
sold and bought
backfire, to be had
next thing you’re not

life in a body bag

Souleander

written by Scott Schoffstall
© September 25, 2013
all rights reserved
Poetic Sojourn

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About Scott Schoffstall

I'm a relatively new poet having started in earnest 11/2010. I have sought the authentic and am still on that quest. I've diverged from the norm yet always reached for the universal. My interests were always beyond the here and now. Beyond the taste, touch, smell, hear, see. Where the mind and the spirit transcend the physical. They say perception is reality. Is it? Are we truly all there is? View all posts by Scott Schoffstall

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