Revised sonnet #154
I swear Im gaoled inside this realm of dead
Higher selves the scopes I scale I can escape
If smallest nesting doll I ape to ape
At pains the smallest piece of me is shed
The pinhole cameras to thought too wed
I find I bulge at bruise I scab at scrape
I mind too much a homicide or rape
I pity victims picture pain I dread
A social system based upon abuse
Endorphin dopamine adrenalin are dropped
In drama rigged as rush then quickly shopped
You blow up big you bust a figured fuse
The neighbour nesting doll you sit in selves
I zoom in zealous my heart further delves
Chorus - selves save sebe
