Third 👁️ Eye Spy

2020-10-01 07:05:25 (UTC)

Jack on Smack

He was appallingly uncreative
A one-trick pony ghost
That drifted and manipulated
Yet, was a puppy at the most.

His little mind had gathered
Unfounded comical roasts
And as he spat and blathered
His little ego boast

And all the people looked on
To witness the clown on stage
And realised he was just a con
Battling internal rage.

Unmasked from all the bullshit
They see him for what he was
A delusional messed up misfit
Still abiding asylum laws.