johnny numanic by: zae

This world is my world
It’s nun’ but I have to get out
I hate this color and I miss my mother
I need my son and have to help my brother
This mimic will not be continued
Or stifled with time
I will explode but never erode
And the pictures from the past won’t last
Tarnished steel or broken glass
But shining bright light polished brass
POETIC