The Acid Folks By Marcus Cooke (Guest Post)

We are the acid folk,

who live underground

you never hear us,

we never make a sound

we are outcasts,

the undesirables

the ones the universe left behind,

we are forever out of sight

always out of mind

we the acid folks

just want to be left alone

to follow our own paths

its better to be on our own

splintered dreams

spun from cobwebs,

forever cling to our body in decay

are hopes and fears are forever on

display not that you would understand

we just wanted to belong

to fight the good fight

despite what you tell us

we know whats right

we are a new generation

a new human race

we can think and feel

we just want to be safe

we serve you food

we tidy your letter

and all the time

your attitudes

like a bitterest pill

always bitter

over the counter culture

and over the hill

i consider you vultures

moving in for the kill

because we are acid folk

we are the new breed

we will fight the power

because there is always

a need.

I would like to thank Marcus and you for reading you




I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
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