Blankets tied the edge of the bed
to the ceiling. Wrapped in tied dyed
sheets from the Dollar Tree with
monkies swinging from branch to
branch. We see things different.
Upside down shows us the way
it’s supposed to be. Anarchy and Peace
hold hands skipping to a better
tomorrow. I wish I could of taken that
blue pill sometimes. Sit up straight and
pretend it doesn’t exist.
Saint's Muse 