A door down the dark dreaded allays of your fears,
the uncivilised thoughts and tears.
Beyond the unwanted wants
which only bob the surface when drunk,
lay a forest of normality:
grown from adverts and punishments,
schooling and a one sided government,
whats only agenda is to make money from you.

A country farmed by Parliament.


Poetry > A door down

© Joseph Sakoilsky 2018

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