Ant Smith

All poems

Freedom

Freedom is earned from the loss of a border
It's the things that cage us in that cage us in in
Obsession distracts you from the natural order
Vacant synapses make my mouth water

It's the things that cage us in that cage us in in
My skin is a prison I keep my self in in
Vacant synapses make my mouth water
I can't see between the end and the beginning ing ing ing

My skin is a prison I keep my self in in
My penis is arising, and I'm in the sin bin
I can't see between the end and the beginning ing ing ing
I just find my head it is a spin spin spinning ing ing ing ing ing ing

Freedom is earned from the loss of a border
Obsession distracts you from the natural order