Deep Risings
Everyone has someone's
Dick in their ass
Fingers in their pocket
Thoughts in their brain
There is no freedom
Brought by Anyone
We can't find the off switch
For what we are responsible
Distant family and lonely life
All the crap seen in this world
Is created by us
We are alien to ourselves
We build the wall
To keep us away
From our neighborhood
From the terrors
We recreate inside of us
What we see is all filth
Remind yourself why
It isn't easy waking
In the middle of night
The dark collapsing
Around the deepest
Thought that only rises now
Barry G. Wick
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