Idiot Song
Sedate me in the narcotic pleasure
That can dull the senses that I measure.
Give me something that can cause me relief.
Right now, I'd take that thing like a treasure.
Just this once, why don't you act as a thief,
Hijacking my highway of non-belief?
Remove the congested roadwork I've made,
Relocate my destination from grief.
Among the phalanxes of barricades
Where the axis of myself has betrayed
The stupid notion of domestic bliss,
Inoculate me with good will, invade
My brain before I let my mind dismiss
The manic impulses inside of this.
Sing me the idiot song, reminisce.
Remind me of the child's feelings I miss.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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