After being galvanized <br />Awake both sides my id <br />Rushing quaking static <br />In me <br />Flipping all but my proverbial <br />Lid <br />I scattered myself to and fro <br />Into a patchwork kind of <br />Quilt <br />Wired up from a long calm <br />Now shaken and stirred <br />A bit <br />I began my seek and find <br />Journey <br />Of a hidden thug who goes <br />By: 'Nit Wit' <br />He's part of a Deranged <br />Cowboy Gang <br />Who love their transportation <br />White <br />Who play musical vehicles <br />Almost each and every night <br />Nit hints and taunts with inuendo <br />Of a seemier side in this land <br />Of milk and honey <br />He has absolutely no respect <br />Or any principles <br />And would do most anything <br />For money <br />Whoremonger-Druggie <br />Thug-Hit man? <br />Maybe messed up from <br />Too much Speed? <br />Has been employed by <br />The White rabbit <br />Hired to do an oft repeat <br />Bad deed <br />And so being totally awake <br />We shake <br />Advised by our personal <br />Legal band <br />That he speaks of killing <br />In his words <br />Thank God they have read <br />Him <br />And TOTALLY UNDERSTAND! <br /> <br /> <br />(About an indiviual and others <br />Who suffer from: Personality Disorders)<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wake-up-call-11/
