Poetry
Who dun it?
I think anti psychotics ruined my life
or was it the psychosis?
Could have been the misdiagnosis
but it could also have been my ex-wife
It could have been the tainted water
from the lead pipes
the chemicals in the wet wipes
to leave me stunted like a blunted pen knife
I think I might have been laid flat
for too long as baby on my back
Or was it the hip-hop?
that warped my mind
like all the little children on TikTok?
Was it the drugs or was it the drink?
Leaving me with a rotten brain on the brink
too tired to go on and think
too sleepy to hold on and blink
It might have been the television,
the phone and the cigarettes
to have blurred my vision
or the lack of supervision
to have spurred me on to crap on it all
like a pigeon
Was it a million dots blotted together?
giving me enough strength to jot my thoughts down forever
I’m now the type that never says never
Actually…I think it’s all because of the lack of sunny weather
Now I’ll sleep a million ways
let my mind swerve and sway
this day was never promised
and tomorrow is likely still gray
but it is what it is
so I’ll still head out to play