Young Writers Society

[Verse 1:]

Internal Revenue, that's the only place it's at

Summa cum laude, Ceremony ran dead

into the building's

white door.

Memory like insanity#after a Feast, The trampled shrapnel;

Vincibility's corridor,

a door pushed is an ambush

A Behemoth Greece couldn't bethink 'cumbers…

 my soul

[Chorus:]

Oh, Days of my youth!

I rode the carou-sel

it should be pronounced kuh-Rousal

I mean just, think of your stupidity!

Future mapped out,

Said, "look mom, I'll be a superhero,"

Swappin' parts with too many other guys

but with one scratch at your head there just wasn't an itch

When the cogs were still fresh, belief was never far-fetched…

[Verse 2:]

How to get out of this,

Livin' day to day, just a Ro-bot.

Handful of dangling wires, somehow organ-IZation in these lines?

What do I fight:

I Foresee myself aging

On the precipice of a Parapet, rust leaving my hollows misshaped

I needed to spectate

Corpses & The scarecrow, we all should take long walks…

 with Time's reaper

[Chorus:]

Oh Days of my youth!

I-rode-the carousel

Put one foot on their Wits

Humor was paltry; anggggg-uish hit-N'-Dismiss'd!

so disappointed

Strokes of shame profounded lessons

Taking turns striping into my hide

Thennn! I figur'd I'd OBserve & eventually cosset special peeeople

[Chorus echo]

Yet I had to change plans again

Came the Day to seize fine hearts

but I was running…

I saw my feeet be-traaayyy me!

[Bridge:]

My voice felt shaky;   with vEinS, capillaries thICKening

No one to understand, to KnOOWWW what I Was, Loooooking forrr,

[The ReCurrent:]

It was a Fant-ASY!

But I knew everyone else dreamed,

sketched 'long the same pencil lisps

Still I, strove to bottle insCRUtabilities!

Dedicated my mind

Gave fear set times to reside,

but noticed no accommodation, for

I-felt-my-Tongue's Re-seedin' tide a-gain

I NEEDED a field

Where humans COULD harvest touch,

A club without suits

Play cards senti-MEANTal to their chest!

Pipe dream went crack'd

Snivels, my nose vomit deep into books

Authors arthritic in Inventiveness:

It was like

"Da-A-mn!!"

I don't need to be a hEE-EERO-o

Can’t we set up in a TreeeE! ! - you & me watch the grOUNd stretch our mi-eends?

All This fled from sight (couldn't be a leader)

(it had looked good on paper)

And then ashen skies gave to flurry…

(snow globe shaking for me)

power speaking once again, (it knew ME)

"I'll show you, little dawg

to love more than yourself.

The Past I have crossXed (and into your blackest nIghtmare)

I travel, disinterested the sky is my floorboards."