Laughing To Death

A clown in white suit laughing at his tight boots Thinking only helps news , connecting to the time zone We be understanding how time floats The clouds in the sky are fake news When the time comes we will be blues Five mushrooms can kill anyone In my dreams I’ll become flame on Facing the man in the white suit will be faked When it happens it will be too late Funny joker him too He’s been dead reviewed Documents of late will be his fate The moon is out and he Deserves clout Destructive thinking won’t get you nowhere You can’t destroy the unseen night stare In the motions of deepest desires He’ll be faced with liars The liar inside will sit and die My soul no longer cries no more listening to lies Your dreams faked running from state to state Scared of voices put on paper Digital ways will scare you later As of now you write different poems Hoping that they will listen to them