psychotopia

Psychotopia

There is a tic-toc
Talking ticking in my brain
Saying go, no, go

Nothing coming in
Money going out
Not a good day to be me

My social life is
The other side of eerie
Just outside mundane

On Status Island
It is the size of your bling
The me of your mouth

The rich rip the poor
In money manner matter
Then steal some more

Creating sickness
We worship our placebos
Wallow in the mud

We gobble and go
Ancient mist in the mirror
Moisture in the mouth