Thursday, March 7, 2013

Maniacal

Like sheep dancing on 'shrooms, if you really wanna do
forty mental push ups, you might be doomed
with that mirror which you willingly might look into.
Lies, unfinished, you'll maybe catch one soon.
So backwards, digits deceiving deliberate boons.
Reversed, I'm cursed with on and off gloom.

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