Very Bad Archive
Clockwork
Justin W. Grover
They say I’m a little delusional
You might say it’s aberrational
But that’s really okay
I just take it day by day
Did you see the houses burning?
Or are the wheels in my head churning?
It all goes off like clockwork
Was that my peculiar smirk?
They say that there’s something missing
But there’s no time for reminiscing
The cogs are dusty and the gears aren’t grinding
I guess I’m losing my mind, so I’m finding
You can come to all the stops and conclusions
But my happy face is just one of my illusions
A psychotic’s in my soup and the letters are a sign
You say I need some sort of help, but really I’m fine
I see your eyes toward me have gotten colder
I can see even more when I’m over your shoulder
I’d love to see you in some sort of pain
But maybe it’s because of the ticking in my brain
Justin W. Grover has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Justin W.'s terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Justin W.'s latest works: