Fumigate my brain please. Blast away those critters that flutter there. They never quit They just flit and flit. Filling me with dread Buzzing around my head. When that's done, please hose down my mind. It's covered in mould All things untold That eat away at my core Making me worse than before. Cleanse me. Soak me in the river. Let me shake and shiver. Maybe then the noise will cease. Then someday I can be at peace. (c) Slumpless
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