Jabberwocky
Frumious Bandersnatch
Snafu is a maze
filled with little thoughts
little ant places and tunnels
big ants, weak ones
special ones with silver penants
hallways filled with sand and doubt
long tunnels and deep weaknesses
filled with thick rain and smoke
causing undue panic to unspespecting ants
Snafu is a man at war
Snafu is a man asking the clock why?
Snafu is a man freezing cold
Snafu is a man with a gun
with a cabinet full of cynical bottles
Snafu is a man who smashes his computer
running down a dark street with a rag
the rag has no purpose, nor does this poem
Snafu is a city with dinosaurs in it
most of them are lonely and have never met
Snafu is blacked out in his car
40 miles from the nature reserve
5:43 in the morning
the only taste is of beer and vape juice
the fakers haven't found him
the white coats won't find him
it's all queit now
chupacabra's delight, got me by the balls
aging, without pity
the hard side of a mountain
the prick from the cactus
mournful with no tears
barricaded but not empty
the moons empty reflection
the devolution of greatness
I think I hear a sad song from the neighbors upstairs
Snafu is a maze
Snafu is a man
Snafu is my world
and now I submit this poem
to unknown scrutiny
under a fart cushion
people care elsewhere
my fate lies elsewhere
junkies are always junkies
drugs are always death
I doubt anyone will read this
there's more beer
and more lines
but not much more of me
for tomorrow morning
filled with little thoughts
little ant places and tunnels
big ants, weak ones
special ones with silver penants
hallways filled with sand and doubt
long tunnels and deep weaknesses
filled with thick rain and smoke
causing undue panic to unspespecting ants
Snafu is a man at war
Snafu is a man asking the clock why?
Snafu is a man freezing cold
Snafu is a man with a gun
with a cabinet full of cynical bottles
Snafu is a man who smashes his computer
running down a dark street with a rag
the rag has no purpose, nor does this poem
Snafu is a city with dinosaurs in it
most of them are lonely and have never met
Snafu is blacked out in his car
40 miles from the nature reserve
5:43 in the morning
the only taste is of beer and vape juice
the fakers haven't found him
the white coats won't find him
it's all queit now
chupacabra's delight, got me by the balls
aging, without pity
the hard side of a mountain
the prick from the cactus
mournful with no tears
barricaded but not empty
the moons empty reflection
the devolution of greatness
I think I hear a sad song from the neighbors upstairs
Snafu is a maze
Snafu is a man
Snafu is my world
and now I submit this poem
to unknown scrutiny
under a fart cushion
people care elsewhere
my fate lies elsewhere
junkies are always junkies
drugs are always death
I doubt anyone will read this
there's more beer
and more lines
but not much more of me
for tomorrow morning
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