Matthatter

Lips locked down too tight
Finally give tsunami
Waves, shot by Anger
That has clawed its way through the shell it’s made.

Gears become mighty
And break off the rakes they push,
Thus spinning themselves
Mindlessly to the gusts of their sneezes.

Ready for anything,
Not needing anything;
For every thought licks
The gold of achievement.

Releasing the mental
Excrement from your
Asshole, your shit smells
Blessed with the death of reason.

MisterJack

Internal conflict?
Frustration?
Betrayal of self??
just a few thoughts I get reading this. It's not as accessible as your previous pieces and I think you could rework the lines slightly for flow, but I do like the wording and the images.

You should really have more reviews on your stuff, I think it's quality!

Jack

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