A simple and grotesque mind
Has a gross number of ways
To either be cruel or kind
The destruction incited through angry words
Soils our lunchtime air with putrid curds
So severe, you taste the tension
Some love milkshakes
That's what I failed to mention
Through a muddy lens
Scratched by suspended rock
The paths to the tinker box tend to block
Clear and rational light gets lost in a
Confusing and complex concoction
But changing the state of the tinker box is
Not a sustainable option
So, with blackened eyes and shaken nerves
The world begins to reshape and discolour
This only brings frustration and fear
Like gum losing its flavour
And so it begins, with a simple mind
Grotesque and destroyed in a gross number of ways
never to be kind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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