Hysterics Poem by ENO SUTRAMAN

Hysterics



Love me hysterics can buy me fanatics
Do him, subhuman, pop mob them esthetics
At riots, throw chairs, banana iron peels
At soccer trance shout and thrills
After mob trance hysterics and kicks
Fall in queues for soul cool prosthetics
Arrivederci patient, sad Hysterics!

Thursday, December 27, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: man
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