Subconscious 4 Poem by Marijke McKinney

Subconscious 4



You got nothin outta your head
In your little perfect world
Ride up skirts unzip jeans
Soon see the destruction
Running free
Back brain voices
Tip toe, snickering kids
Sex will rise and all
That's moral is left
Dry in old televisions

Black and white screens
Free free free.
Whistling tea pot
Too late to stop

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