My Poetry


Tuesday, March 8th, 2022


A stupid fuck up always seeing red,

How I crave that filthy bed.

Give me my med and tell me what you've been fed.

A complete angel making a devil out of herself,

Abandoning her soul health.

Laughing to her demise,

while believing that she is wise.

I take pity upon us all,

But we are the reason for the great fall.

Good people became sheeple,

Giving control over to evil people.

Wise men planning wise lies,

Their bullshit is to the skies.

Ghostly sighs, ego highs.

A clever disguise, lord of the flies.

Trash is admired, cash is wired.

Who can they hire, just to put in the line of fire.

Eternal consciousness filling itself up with piss,

How much they will hurt once death reaches out to kiss,

Will make them wish that they had always chosen bliss.



Friday, March 11th, 2022


People filling their consciousness up with trash,

All dashing around fast for petty cash.

Thinking they're what comes first,

Only to become their worse.

Quick at wit,

Sick as shit.

A self inflicted curse.

Wanting people to see them in certain ways,

Is how they consistently waste their days.

Drowning in sloth,

They've become just another moth.

Allowing their minds to be in binds,

One moment their kind,

And everything seems fine.

Then they cross that line,

Flinging out hate and forgetting to always be kind.

It's a repetitive sign.

We've all got a soul to protect,

It's not to trash and to wreck.

Protecting your false sense of self,

Leaves you in a cycle of bad health.

For others to hear the rotten truth about others that love to mask it,

Makes those deceiving people winch,

For they certainly know that they have become like the grinch.



Saturday, March 19th, 2022


Holding me in states of desperation,

The best of themselves are on vacation.

As the world crumbles, they remain far less humble.

A disgrace to each and every nation,

At times of complete desperation,

Telling them to consider masturbation.

People are being influenced by people's awfulness,

that to come to a stop is our final wish.

It is something that we will never miss.

Why do you think that people like me want to express ourselves more...

It's because we are sick of feeling sore and the world consistently being a whore to more.

Being as cold as ice makes them feel pretty nice.

They are not being all around good people,

Instead they are being oblivious, rotten, egotistical, decevious sheeple.


Like the criminals in the movie the goonies,

They creep about like the same 3 loonies.

Operating in broad day light they put on a disguise,

To hopefully be able to hide from everyone else's sight.

The deceit has been massive, the majority have remained passive.

If people knew of some people's true intentions,

They would regain their clear sight and they would put up one heck of a fight.



- Zachary Brian McQuaid