Brain Washing Poem by Chanyn Fuller

Brain Washing



The helmet fell off my head
Brain washing never worked
Typewriters clicking away
This place frightens me

Never fully understanding
How people function
I must have missed a lot
Not ever bouncing a bouncy ball

I haven’t spoken
Thought for myself
Or smelled the “flowers”
All I smell is nail polish

This is my biggest mistake
Letting them fry my brain
Like over cooked yellow rice
The helmet finally fell off

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