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Title: Creatures of Experiment
Author: Anonymous
Date Submitted: 3/9/2013

 
Poem: An artificial robotic smile grins from cheek to cheek
As the paranoid psychotic is drugged and beaten to bed every night,
His thoughts have dulled like the brain dead lab rats of wherever
And who gives a fuck?

We are the walking talking creatures of experiment,
The re-enactment of imitated patients before us.
Meds are the quick fix from the madness of our born reality
And I am tired of lying to myself as I lie in bed just before my eyelids are forced to close.
Fuck your reality and fuck mine too!
Give me my insanity back or give me death....