Dots And Commas Poem by iron horse

the illusion that some have
drifting in the wind,
making sense of bullshit -
feels like a summer breeze

to me its just more pollution
and no confusion
that comes from breathing
is exchanging numbers and dealing

bet more than you could afford
and you will pay,
all the problems
you brought up, your mistakes

but the blood you shedded
is drowning you, and yours,
we're deaf and tired,
throw their heads to the dogs

don't ignore
the dots and the commas,
not in vain,
when you understand what they were
it will already be too late