The most mediocre poem ever

Pretty soon

1.In the morning

I put on my mask,

Threatening to slip

Above the tears beneath.

2.On my way home,

In the evening tram,

I take it off while looking

At the lake underneath.

3.I like to get drunk

With my favorite song,

Changing words at random,

Wondering what went wrong…

4.To spend my days

With people who pretend,

More fake than plastic diamonds,

And never understand.

5.One of these days,

I will get out of here,

There is no doubt about it,

My wish can’t be more clear.

6.In the meantime,

I flee distopyas,

Daydreaming of better stuff,

Thinking utopias.

This goes out to the un-brainwashed

Solitary band

1.There’s nothing I want,

You could ever give,

Your speeches are riddling us,

Like a sive,

And I’d rather stay in the solitary band.

2.There’s nothing you give,

I could ever trust,

On the solitary band’s clothes

You’re like dust,

And I’d rather stay out, if it’s something unplanned.

3.Oh no, I won’t run,

I would rather walk,

You won’t hear me shouting,

I’d rather talk,

Not about you, since I have other things to do.

4.Solitary gang,

You are not alone,

Even if this housing

Is not your home,

Sometimes it’s good to walk than fight for what they blew.