I'm mad
Strangers been invading my work space its been a mad house,
I'm thinking of strapping up to stretch out if one of them jump that wall again ill be right there with guns in my hands they better have theirs hands up,
Or I'll shoot, heads will go pooph! I'll be the next ghost buster or playing staring in scary movie 2.
So they like going into ceilings I'll go hide there too,
Just as soon as one pops up ill be there kicking that head of like I'm trying to score a penalty fool.
See I'm mad so mad that my mad is mad at me for being mad and I was sad the fact that I'm new at my job and things got stolen I was left frozen shell shock head holding
I wish... I wish I had known this was going to happen,
I would have been stepping before those invaders got to that building I would have been brain spraying them with bullets while their bodies would be bodied faces on the floor id walk into that door stone cold clone on them all.
Waking up to go to work has been a hustle,
Getting nightmares has been regular,
I see them one by one smiling while entering the door,
No fear, all smiles like they won the jack pot overall,
They looking for something specific,
First my extensions, then my kettle,
Some products of my clients stolen,
I can't live like this, cops are playing games sending me case numbers like its on the shelf's or being sold or even on sale, I am left amazed.
I am mad I just wished they never invaded my space,
my brain all screwed up maybe even clued up trying to regain my self-conscious has become a struggle my speech is broken too hear me st.. St.. St.. stutter, this was never meant to happen but it did and that's why I'm left to deal with my own misery.
Lorenzo
#the unapologetic poet
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