Corrupt
Hidden anger and frustration
Loss of concentration
Focus, there is none
Walking, I can't run
Son of a gun
A small Uzi
Use it to lose me
It's the only way to stop
My madness
Fight the sadness
Depression
And honorable mention
To my past
Went by too fast
Like a passing glance
Missed my chance
But it's ok
They all say
And they are the jury
Always in a hurry
To become the pedestrian judge
Holding a grudge
I'm doomed
Flower not to be bloomed
Help me
Ayuda me
Cool dont make eye contact
Retract
And dismiss
Just diss
And keep strolling
Citizen police patrolling
You're corrupt
And I'm ready to erupt.
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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