In Eternia By: suraj sharma 0 comments

The splendour and the charm
The summer breeze so warm
What could possibly be the harm?
Of living in eternia

Everyone's healthy but no one's fit
Irrational thinking is mistaken for wit
Everything else is just bullshit
Here in eternia

Infinity streches towards both ends
Possibilities exist that no one comprehends
And fate it's helping hand lends
To a chosen few in eternia

Each other's blood our intentions have sucked
Brutually the strings of my heart get plucked
Eternity is eternally fucked
Right here in eternia

Demons and angels liplocked in a kiss
Perpetual ignorance, perpetual bliss
Insanity looms in doom's abyss
Beneath the ground in eternia



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Tetrahydrocannabinol By: suraj sharma 0 comments

There’s a kaleidoscopic spectrum
Composed of every psychedelic hue
And whenever I’m faced by this spectre so rum
Then I think of you, and Scooby doo

Beyond this fleeting phantasmagoria
Lies the garden of Adam and Eve
Wherein you’ll find that perfect euphoria
Something you’d have to feel to believe

The subtle gyrations of the cogs that belong
To my father’s old grandfather clocks
Will generate nothing but apathy so strong
So unwind, my friend, and take off your socks

And let the ghosts of your past slide
In the evanescent traces of memories in smoke
Respite, and in yourself confide
It’s been so long since your heart last broke

Pink electrons suspended in ether above
Hypnotically serenading your senses
Until every shoe fits like a glove
And you have destroyed all your defenses

Pity the ones who scowl on your addiction
To these neurotoxins of nature
They’ll forever suffer in time’s friction
To hell with their law and legislature



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Schmopyrights Reserved By: suraj sharma 0 comments

All schmopyrights are reserved,
This poem is not your own,
So do not copy from this poem,
It is mine and mine alone

Schmopyrights are pretty neat,
They protect ineffectual property,
That belongs to ineffectual people,
Like me and you, you see

There are lots of plagiarists around,
They like to steal from others,
It seems that they never learnt,
Anything good from their mothers

So if you lift this work of mine,
You’ll be hunted down by a vicious bird,
And then it’ll kill you for certain,
Because all schmopyrights are reserved.



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