Tast Of Copper Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

A tast of copper in my mouth,
some creepy visions in my head,
and chemicals going off like the
fourth of july, relax says the self
helpers, we can get throw this, just
take these pills, and shut your eyes.

BUT these natives are restless,
these visions are pushing their
way out, like the sun does to
the night, and these chemicals
are going off in my head, like the
fourth of july, relax says the
self helpers, just take these pills
and shut your eyes.