preparation for a panic attack

violin wind strings
supported the autocrat
as he got up many others
indignant sat
and zoned back
to the tv screens

crap zapped superslapped down
in a tin can
reborn superporn thrown out digital playback
release endorphins in a new sociopolitical format
90's throwback as he sings
a malignant tumour
drinking beer supplied by holy brewer speights
a current newspaper that reads

here is the poet in an incubator
save your selfish words for later
take the praise and layback in your green
wisdom wit word spit out sidewards as they sting
t shirt.
hit the curb swerve in your rackety piece of shit car
driving home the sunlight into moonbeams

performative poetry artist
docile incumbent dummy puppet singing songs of rhyme
while people pull the strings
he's a natural
yeah he's okay
I'm going to bed at 7:30 to me that's late to you its early
we still have misty desert moonpipe dreams
and the rattle of my mind spits fluid out
it's worn out the painting incomplete
it leaves many other things people can say obsolete
you may call him elite or a geek but when he stands they all get taken aback
a nerd
a simple word jack
the words mean much they don't lack much a meaning
he stands there but rest assured you
he's a sunken nincompoop
he just puts it ways that others don't
but he can too
and what he says don't say much to you or anyone else
but it does to him
it seems