The Craze Days

I’ll have what he’s having,
aNother drag on a black day
burns the Ash on my tongue and
fills the aBscess of tar within my
Split brain.
right brain, lEft brain
why can’t we all get aloNg and become a
central system of cooperaTion
cross thEse lines and dot our eyes while
a present remedY starts wars
within oursElves and against an
unStoppable force.
blunt paIn stubs
roach staiN,
pineapple grenade Feigns
wraith shamE.
smoke staCk pollution seals our
death bed reTribution as
speech vomItus defeats our
bought Out persecution in our
sileNt revolution.
without meeting directLy
rise outsIde of our
brEathless constitution
and Send those motherfuckers hell