While some people just see cornflakes, because of my severe OCD I manage to see much more. |
-Anarchist Cornflakes- by Keaton Foster I want I must What I need Some sort of peace A lessoning Of my terrible ways A breath That I can take In a peaceful state Of eternal existence Even if It’s just for a second I’ll make it last Forever and ever But instead All that I’ll get Anarchist cornflakes At this present point Is what I must face Prepared for me By I’m assuming A well-intentioned wife Placed in a bowl Under my face Her parting words Eat up You crazy ass Son of a bitch A term of endearment Quite lesser Than what I’m sure She really thinks She knows all Of my buttons She is not beyond Pushing any of them Anarchist cornflakes None Not a single one Sorted by size Affiliated by shape Just a random mess Is always what it is My present And significant Compulsive disorder Affords me such sight While others just see cereal I observe absolute chaos Dismantled pieces Of some greater shape That somehow in my mind Has something to do with me I fixate Then again and gain I relate I can’t get it free In my mind it digs in deep Fear over what it means Gnaws to my spine Filling my body with dread Leaving me wondering What it all means And how it relates To my life and ultimate death I’m sure More than anything before That God above must know What it is he shows Why did he pick me Why did he leave my mind An unbalanced mess Of chemicals that don’t mix Why did he give me What has become a curse Didn’t I suffer enough Can’t I just see as all others do Nothing but random things Not necessarily needing a place Not always having to relate To me and my twisted life Anarchist cornflakes Can’t I just see what it is They are and what it is They certainly are not… Anarchist Cornflakes Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |