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Year's Bad Trip
Had this dream of being in a clean city
Where the sun was always low in the sky
There was this young nun walking the streets
Though I think she was really a spy
Kept on walking away from this broad
The buildings kept on moving around
No matter how far I went or scurried
I could never gain enough ground
All of a sudden everything twists
There now are these horrible sights
Like my eyes are drying out to death
Woman was now following me into the night
Woke up with a jerk and hit my head on the board
Looked at my canes and wondered what they were for
So disoriented from this mind trip
That my body fell on the hard on floor
Know that it was a dream, right?
She was big gov' or corpo scum or at least a rapist
This was a dream demon or such
Either way I had to escape this
Walked normally to the bathroom now
Across the grass without any pain
I flipped the switch to turn on the lights
Wonder why I wasn't using my canes
The mirror to the side of me was floating
There was a tub old, gunky and different from what I recalled
Same woman with the hips was breathing behind me
So startled I feel down and tried to crawl
Woke up again without my head smashing the board
My body just laid there in horrible pain
The trusty canes were beside me
Had realized now that my ankles were sprained
Used the canes this time
Left my rotten old bed
Down the hall I went
Pinched myself to see if I was dead
Because I know I wasn't truly asleep
But there was the same woman behind me
Ever changing her shape and role
Hell and she did laugh with glee
Couldn't get away from her
For two more forms blocked my escape
They grabbed me firmly yet gently
Placed me on my bed under a cape
Needle went in and I entered into a void
All that could be heard were soft beeps
The nurse's voice soothed my fears
And I finally went into a healing sleep
Where the sun was always low in the sky
There was this young nun walking the streets
Though I think she was really a spy
Kept on walking away from this broad
The buildings kept on moving around
No matter how far I went or scurried
I could never gain enough ground
All of a sudden everything twists
There now are these horrible sights
Like my eyes are drying out to death
Woman was now following me into the night
Woke up with a jerk and hit my head on the board
Looked at my canes and wondered what they were for
So disoriented from this mind trip
That my body fell on the hard on floor
Know that it was a dream, right?
She was big gov' or corpo scum or at least a rapist
This was a dream demon or such
Either way I had to escape this
Walked normally to the bathroom now
Across the grass without any pain
I flipped the switch to turn on the lights
Wonder why I wasn't using my canes
The mirror to the side of me was floating
There was a tub old, gunky and different from what I recalled
Same woman with the hips was breathing behind me
So startled I feel down and tried to crawl
Woke up again without my head smashing the board
My body just laid there in horrible pain
The trusty canes were beside me
Had realized now that my ankles were sprained
Used the canes this time
Left my rotten old bed
Down the hall I went
Pinched myself to see if I was dead
Because I know I wasn't truly asleep
But there was the same woman behind me
Ever changing her shape and role
Hell and she did laugh with glee
Couldn't get away from her
For two more forms blocked my escape
They grabbed me firmly yet gently
Placed me on my bed under a cape
Needle went in and I entered into a void
All that could be heard were soft beeps
The nurse's voice soothed my fears
And I finally went into a healing sleep
Sorry, I have very limited ability to type right now, so I'll have to keep it short.
Not any meter, though the structure kinda suggests there will be. Rhymes are mostly good, but a few stretches.
The title suggests this is a drug trip, but I wouldn't have gotten that from the poem itself. Some of the word choices seem odd, like they're filler. Like saying the lady with the hips, which seems self-explanatory and didn't refer to any sort of point or imagery. Creates a mood alright.
Not any meter, though the structure kinda suggests there will be. Rhymes are mostly good, but a few stretches.
The title suggests this is a drug trip, but I wouldn't have gotten that from the poem itself. Some of the word choices seem odd, like they're filler. Like saying the lady with the hips, which seems self-explanatory and didn't refer to any sort of point or imagery. Creates a mood alright.
