The Cukoo Who Flew, The Cukoo Who Blew And Look At That, Had A Clue! Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

Poison through every vein;
It is the last chapter
Which finally explains;
What turned me into this zombie
Absolutely breaking
Undeniably, one hundred percent Insane.
Tousled mind, broken heart,
You know the story, you comprehend this part.
From the end's beginning,
It initiates
The real start
I am drained, in pieces, ripped apart
I think you put a spell on me,
Yeah, I'm just that smart.
HA! What a joke;
Lying all pretty and dead, in the show's smoke.
You win, baby, no maybes.
I watch them hand you your trophy,
As I am smothered in this smoke.
My eyes pop from my head,
My throat starts to choke.
I whisper 'congrats, '
—What a magnificent hoax!
I shake your hand before
I take my last breath
Deah, death, death;
From this show!
Didn't I always, sort of know?
Yes, I knew.
Sweetie, I do have a clue
Look at that—there's a whole cluster of you!
Take me down, down, down.
One single cuckoo
Against all of you
One who flew, flew, flew,
Not over the nest, but how 'bout right through?
Through I said,
I mean right through.
Through,
Through,
Through.
I pick up that Wesson,
And I start to shoot
You look at me like I've lost it,
I say, 'baby just had to blow one time
Yeah finally, I blew, Blew, Blew.
Now I am good, baby,
Now I am through.
You can fly with me, baby,
Let's both fly right through.
Be through.
Let's just be through.'

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