Penny for your Thoughts?

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Penny for your thoughts? I’m upset another schools shot, bullets are as common as a study hall, blood splatter covers paint because bullets travel through walls, and there’s only so much space for a full classroom to crawl, when an active shooter runs through screaming, “I’m gonna kill ‘em all!” How can we do this to children so small, have we lost our sanity, you can’t wake up from the American Dream, we’re trapped in the cycle even when we break it, some type of shit, this stupid human matrix, we’ve created, i still can’t tell if it’s real or fake, love or hatred, emotional boundaries feel misstated, and often I feel like every post is about me but my brains just click baiting, and spamming it’s own RAM with tasks that overload, and then BZRT oh dear doc, she’s thrown another code, what do we do, well, we gotta operate, a lot of gunk inside that skull, this is too much to tolerate, his mind will explode, the cyber tech is burning her nodes, the nerve endings are fried, can’t you hear the tech-no! My art is deep and comes in many forms, Penny for your thoughts? I’m stuck in the forest all alone, it’s dark and cold, and yet still I roam, i can put on a show, only the real eyes read what i write anyways, so they recognize within whom the river flows, but do you know? because I see it in all of you, from Jake raging on stage, to chase texting me about his day, it’s just the way I was made, and somehow I still manage to goof up my payday, that’s okay, my family’s here again, and I don’t feel some lonely type of way, penny for my thoughts? lucky for you I just got paid, and Spotify gave me three dollars for my months worth of plays, big bank, i know where I rank, my brain says a lot of y’all think I stink, it got so confusing I’m back on meds from the local shrink, he said “you need to smoke more weed” i said “bet mother fucker you don’t even gotta tell me!” and I rolled Gorrila glue number 3 no wait i meant number 4 once again my brain has evacuated the coupe by ejecto seatoing out the passenger door, in the drive through at Wendy’s as I was once again ordering a 4 for $4, because I still don’t know how to cook, and I’m still waiting for the help to arrive at my front door, to teach me these skills all my peers learned before…